Sunny Xd - Numbers

Run up them numbers and spit like the reverend
As long as i count it ain't nothing to tell him
My bro is a felon they never could get him
We going all night ain't no seven eleven
The 223's and its splitting your melon
Aint no nine eleven just send em to heaven
That 458 and the engine is revving
My chain from Kuwait so it came from the dessert
Bro tell me he got me I tell him go get em
I tell em just spot me i'll bring the gold medal
She tell me i'm cocky
I tell her go figure
Stop watching my pockets
Don't need no gold digger
My diamonds is rocky
I need em more bigger
Im skating like hockey
You skating like figure
Im counting them digits
Just ran me a mil up
Just stayed at the Ritz
And i ran me a bill up
And she gave me spits in her thong in the villa
Im smoking strong i go hard a gorilla
I'm with the mob im a don im a killer
Pick any song every song it get realer
My money long it's so long i'm the dealer
I'm on a roll i go hard armadillo
Run up them numbers and spit like the reverend
As long as i count it ain't nothing to tell him
My bro is a felon they never could get him
We going all night ain't no seven eleven
The 223's and its splitting your melon
Aint no nine eleven just send em to heaven
That 458 and the engine is revving
My chain from Kuwait so it came from the dessert
Bro tell me he got me I tell him go get em
I tell em just spot me i'll bring the gold medal
She tell me i'm cocky
I tell her go figure
Stop watching my pockets
Don't need no gold digger
My diamonds is rocky
I need em more bigger
Im skating like hockey
You skating like figure
Im counting them digits
Just ran me a mil up
Just stayed at the Ritz
And i ran me a bill up
1400 got no stimmy
Shot like two three got no jimmy
556 it go thru minivans
Nine MM I got too many
Eight plus one get popped like 50
Got you looking out for many men
Dripping a lot of the Fendi
I gotta cop cause you know that it's trendy
I got a mop and it came with the stendy
Yea with the stendy no it dont bendy
No i don't know you no nigga don't friend me
I got the pole ayo nigga don't tempt me
Bad little hoe and you know she not friendly
But she just let me go with her bestie
Run up them numbers and spit like the reverend
As long as i count it ain't nothing to tell him
My bro is a felon they never could get him
We going all night ain't no seven eleven
The 223's and its splitting your melon
Aint no nine eleven just send em to heaven
That 458 and the engine is revving
My chain from Kuwait so it came from the dessert
Bro tell me he got me I tell him go get em
I tell em just spot me i'll bring the gold medal
She tell me i'm cocky
I tell her go figure
Stop watching my pockets
Don't need no gold digger
My diamonds is rocky
I need em more bigger
Im skating like hockey
You skating like figure
Im counting them digits
Just ran me a mil up
Just stayed at the Ritz
And i ran me a bill up

Written by:
Darien Thompson

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