Lyrics:
bit of rope to tie, I flipped it
Black suits, white shirts, black glasses with a matching tie
Like Agent J or Agent K, and I wish the whole world
matching shoes for my skirt
Tuesday, I saw you in a Z, but you still wannah get with me
Wednesday is the Benz day, that's what your friends say
Me and my
be together in my home
Exit out the club bouncing our domes
Got that red coupe matching the chrome
Put that body in motion motion
And watch it wave
you see me in the streets, you know you looked at a star
The way the Congo and Polo the checks is even matching my car
Ahhhh, back to the subject though
on the porches
Trying to make the poor rich
'Til we make the Forbes list
Little men on the horses
Home of the Eagles trapping
Before the rapping and the numbers is
try to stop him
So any gunplay, that is an option
I been doing this since niggas was wopping
Rockin' Izods with the matching socks, and
Slap boxing
try to stop him
So any gunplay, that is an option
I been doing this since niggas was wopping
Rockin' Izods with the matching socks, and
Slap boxing
(let's go)
Yeah, I throw them racks on the blade
My baby, she mad, want me stay out of there, yeah
I drip this shit with Lil Gotit
We matching
Tatted up with my jewelry on, my shoes looking so brand new
Stunting like mom and pop, matching all my clothes
Being broke 'cause I know can't do
And I
Numbers don’t lie but
They don’t always show perspective
I’m number one but i shouldn’t even be close to second
We both can fail but our failure is not
ma you I need you for survival
No one else above ya you the number one contender, yea
You don’t got to question me you know I’m here to stay aww yea
My
Remember the nights I was out on my lone
Now I be bossed up rock all matching Vlone
I been through some shit thats what went made me strong
My road
up to the sun
If you ain't first then ya' last I gotta be number 1
Even my mama pack a pistol, I'm a son of a gun
Go
I put my heart in everything but
I'm swaging out bitch in any weather
You know I'm number one just can't compete with whoever
Got a Raf Simmons sweater, its on my back and it cost me
especially Spiderman
Caramel lattes, the song by Coldplay
Don't think I'll go to Dubai
We said we'd go there someday
Socks that aren't matching, used to think
to the league
Number One Draft Pick hope she into me
And you ain't ever gotta worry imma' the blunt
I like it from the back but you I want it from the front
I got
Pistol sparking, put my body in a coffin
California weed, man are sparking up
For any discomfort the Numbers is sparking
For any discomfort the Numbers is
We locked in like your number in my cell phone call me
When you need me, you'll click click
Now tell him that you all me
Locked in like some
shit on tiktok it be poppin
I run up the numbers and get me some dough
Talkin that shit I ain't gonna take it
Hit you with a hook and then u gone fold
He got that caramel macchiato kinda love
Make sure that I really feel accomplished
Treat me like a famous piece of art
Mona Lisa make me number one
know you're a fake
I left that girl for the summer
I left that girl for the summer
Deleted her old number
(Yeah you used to be mine)
Now I only see you
of them over there
And one of those too
And definitely one of those too
Can you put my name on the back
Go ahead and subscribe to me
Number fifty six guess
the start
I only ask about her week cuz I know she a star
Only riding in the race so we can see all the stars
Even though she number one, I wanna beat
Yeah
Like a gym, we working out, look at that body
She a ten, but number one, my everybody
Hella peng, but then she smart, she different prolly
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