Numbers (feat. Muja Messiah & Taylor J)

One in the bag, one in the bank One in the trunk, one in the face Two in the whip, pleading the fifth Run up a fade, do what it take One in the bag, one in the bank One in the trunk, one in the face Two in the whip, pleading the fifth Run up a fade, do what it take How I'm living we don't tell Without getting into too much, I can simply tell you that I'm eating well (eating) All these women ESL (uh-huh) I'ma turn up on the L, I think I'ma need some bail (okay) I could never catch a feel, I'ma get drunk and grab the wheel! Hiawatha pop off talking Man I think I lost control I lost conscience, driving my Datsun Talk about rock 'n' roll My drip is contagious, I'm flipping through faces It's called big dick energy, pussy! I'm dirty and rotten, considered a scoundrel Player two has entered the movie I'll say the shit to all of y'all, just wanna say I got one crib; two whips, two fists, focus, I'm on my way Ay, real talk, this year I 100 percent paid off all my motherfuckin' debt And also I forgot to deposit a $25,000 check One in the bag, one in the bank One in the trunk, one in the face Two in the whip, pleading the fifth Run up a fade, do what it take One in the bag, one in the bank One in the trunk, one in the face Two in the whip, pleading the fifth Run up a fade, do what it take (Messiah) I'ma do what it take Move it or lose it, or move out the way (yeah) Ain't no escape Do what I say, or get punched in the face (punched in the face) That ain't a threat, that is a promise, I promise you that Stick up the pharmacy tech with a Tec Run up a bag, run up a check Run in your crib, wearing a bib Fuck around, eat everything in your fridge Clean out your cabinets, hide in the attic Jump out and scare the shit out of your bitch Kidnap your dog, show up at your job Smacking the shit out of you and your boss They wanna build walls, Neanderthals But we got a ladder to get us across The Coupe got dual exhaust With two Glocks in my drawers On the rooftop of the Loft Looking like 2Pac on the cross (yeah) I lick two shots at the law Bulletproof watch got it popping off Brains looking like goulash, 40 in the toolbox Had to bury homie in the boondocks Oh my God! One in the bag, one in the bank One in the trunk, one in the face Two in the whip, pleading the fifth Run up a fade, do what it take One in the bag, one in the bank One in the trunk, one in the face Two in the whip, pleading the fifth Run up a fade, do what it take (Takeover, hey) Got a dub in the tux Spent ten on my chain Two pocket rockets when I'm in these lanes Niggas be hating, but niggas be lame Bitches know Taylor, and you ain't the same Three bitches calling me, what is they name? Five minutes in, they giving me brain In the back of the six 'til seven or eight I keep me a nine, my money too straight That's profit with Prof I went through it all Some problems meant for the money to solve Some niggas meant to be haters, not boss Murderap finally linked with the Paul We crazy on stage, they throwing their bras You throw me a front, I'ma run through it all I need something done, I just make me a call And now you just food for my dogs Still remember the days I was broke down and bitter Couldn't figure nothing out, I'm like I'll probably never get up But in my mind, I'm like if I grind, I know l'll get it I gotta shine, I gotta get mine, fuck it I'm with it Bought a new Benz, feeling like a new nigga No new friends, mine went to school with me Now we all good, nigga might spend the 250 What they gonna do with me? Takeover One in the bag, one in the bank One in the trunk, one in the face Two in the whip, pleading the fifth Run up a fade, do what it take One in the bag, one in the bank One in the trunk, one in the face Two in the whip, pleading the fifth Run up a fade, do what it take (Roll the blunts up, and lets get right back at 'em)