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numbers in the whip
Think I'm at the crib so I ain't gon' trip
Meanwhile, hangin' out with a friend or two
I be up in the club
Doin' it up
I be there

don’t know what I’m doin (This is drug dealer music)
Two phones, change the number once a month
Don’t you text me bout the work, mothafucka that’s

Pushin' myself to the edge Lately, I've been doin' too much hip-hop
I don't want anything, I just want everything, man
You couldn't pay me to stop

hoes in here playing double dutch
Look at the ranking I'm number one
I ain't never been a runner up
Balenciaga runners
I been doin' numbers
I been

doin' big numbers, too big, can't even do the math

Cut it off, too attached, been outside Chewin' grass perfect circles, doin' laps, Pockets fat, Stewies

(Damn) when I seen my
First crack deal (Numbers)
Count two hundred thou' cash
(Uh, damn) , I got time to chill (Chill)
If they search the whip (Damn) 
Then

Moola And The Guap

L.C.

Deal or No Deal

2009

it up between my team
I'm a star in the air, doin' big things
Why you think your lady stare I'm stuntin' like a stunna do
Fresh when I want to, do

flock
And as for all them hatin niggas
Ooh I got 'em hot
They recognize that I'm on number
Two and ain't gon stop (two)
I rep my city (city) , floodin my

Feel like no one understands me but you 
Feel Ike I just won a Grammy or two 
You know she yours when she barely amused
Tell a joke now she laughin

you i ain't wanna hit it 1 time, 2 weeks you end up pregnant
Knew that you wasn't no good for me but i swear you so bad
Don't know what love be doin

She doin splits wit no panties on
Kant fuck all yo fans 
Dem hoes be itchin on

I was out here trippin but i got low 
Nikka hit ma line for some pills

I’m tryna describe
By saying to myself
Shawty you blessing
And you my number 1 contestant
With dat look in yo eyes
You got me feeling like
Shawty you

why them guys lie to you
Tryna be coo been doin it since the age 2 
Young boy hot right now, can't touch the pot dude
Hot wax for the track

Plug ya

off
I'ma Hot Boy, a lot of niggaz hate that
Like a bitch they jealous and they can't take mack
Why I rap so much? 'cause I be wit Baby
The number one

we up five more
We takin' over, this by force
Did this shit like number four
(Like number four)

the low because I never give that up
If the block stay on my hat, I'm probably never gettin' touched
I could brag about my numbers, I ain't rich, so that

two years back
This all started with
Am, am doin' it again, 2010
I asked Tulisa if it was okay to feature
(Yes, it is)
And I was like brap-brap, let me

to put the head on me
I'm number one, but number two, I keep that lead on me
Yeah, these niggas woofin' on the net
I ain't even hearin' that

I wanna cop

Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta

bust in hoes that only 14 years old (shes young)
Doin drive by's in fuckin pink caddies
Tie you up and beat you worse the L L Cool J's daddy
This is

[Chorus: Lil Caesar]

One two y'all, you know I rock ya
Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
[x2]
One two y'all, uh, uh

Easy livin, bitches givin

Ooh Nuthin'

Project Pat

Off the Richter Scale

2001

(CHORUS)X 2
Whacha doin girl wit all dat (ooh nuttin)
What's all that pokin from the back (ooh nuttin)
Whacha got goin over there (ooh nuttin)
What's

Rise da mic like am doin a bitch press
Like fly got a lotta stuff up in a chest, dealin wit stress y'all
Ain't no tellin whe' am headin next, makin

I stopped sippin' on lean, uh
Bro just popped two beans, uh
He don't even smoke no weed
(Great John on the beat, by the way)

Hold on, ayy, let's