Lyrics:
and mucho pizzazz
Good looks and charm and personality
You punch it in your calculator, and it adds up to me
I know the same goes for the rest of my crew
calculator? Will you leave it in your will?
Cold, no heat on the horizon, guess I'm cold
And Capricorn is rising, yes, I'm cold
Listened to my old friend
stop me how?
Your opinion's like a broken calculator, that shit doesn't count
Shut your motherfucking mouth
I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book
here ain't gone never come to earth again
Ridin around city with the calculator gettin it in (Racks)
Fade away jump shot it ain't in a spin
Hit
wanna blow?
I keep the frigerator, twenty bricks
Jump out the flow!
Calculator homie, I make juugs after the show
Three hundred thousand in my pocket
Got
the calculator hood
Cause you could diss me
But mediocre's, put this clip, set clips
Back up in the heezy baby, Doggy's Angels
Y'all so crazy
To feet to the beat,
done fucked around and got in my bag (my bag)
I done stayed down and got me a bag
No calculators, still doing maths
Gotta add up and tear me a tag
Things worked out better than we had planned
Capital from boy, woman and man.
We were like ink and paper
Numbers on a calculator
Knew
Nine ninety nine
Oh, I got a pocket calculator
Yeah, wake up, it don't make sense
Nickles and dimes
Nine ninety nine
The lion and the lamb are
space cadets on deck
There's a calculator in my pocket, got you all in check, uh
My system's in mint condition
The power's up on my transistors
nigga bang bang, I did a lot of things for this wealth
Yeah, what's left? (what's left?)
Calculator living, now she fuck me on the steps
50k a show, I
legends, jit will snatch your necklace
I'm at the studio fuck a class session
Sorry momma, I will never learn my lesson
I need a calculator just
To count my
on the brakes
A pocket calculator to count
All your mistakes
All nervous words that fall into a pile
Living in some personality with
No particular style
I speak
love still
No love
Wish I could use a calculator
But it won't even work
I can't use an elevator
To get back up to you to get back up to you
Never had
like a king i am the ruler
(pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
Who is the shooter my niggas be trap off
The calculator like computer (gone)
chopper it gon' do you
My niggas don't play soccer
So we don't like to kick it
My niggas play with calculators, numbers
And lil' tickets my niggas keep
you want for breakfast?
He said a calculator and a chess set
Blackballed, got a regular job
Wear a sweater in the summer, gotta weather the odds
a calculator what's the point of even keeping score
But that's not allowed when you tested
So i added it all up that they just trying to slow us down like
on a calculator
Knew arithmetic so well
Working overtime completed what was assigned
We had to multiply ourselves
A bouncing little baby
A shiny copper
calculated, she's got a calculator
She's my soft-touch typewriter and I'm the great dictator
A simple game of self respect
You flick the switch and the world
say?
Maybe you still feel the same
I typed your number into my calculator
Where it's spelled it as you would
When you turn it upside down
I
But where do you want where do you want the girl?
I pulled up at your door And turned the key once more
Took a calculator from my pocket
Checked
chekele but we go give you last card check up
Make you no hate, make you pray for the abili, abili
Ability to catch up
No calculator fit count my surplus
I typed your number into my calculator
Where it's spelled as your word
When you turn it upside down
You can turn my dirty world
The bright way
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