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Hook 2x
I’m doing numbers pockets pushing pound keys, I’m doing numbers pockets pushing pound keys, I’m doing numbers pockets pushing pound keys
F-U there’s only G’s round me
Verse 1
Call me Lvitto soon to be the king bro
Step up in the place all the hoes get Cee-lo
Feeling like Fred Flint stoned blowing Dino
Stacking chips my team cover numbers bingo
Got to stay fly swag so aerial
Easy when I land while they crash like the Bandicoot
So sick no antidote
You cuff her while I hold the key to her venereal
Plus I hold the keys to the Beemer
Whether lyrics or the liquor I got bars FEMA
I’m pushing pound keys like a damn receptionist
They can’t pay attention cause they got a money deficit
It’s Fambizz they love to hate us
Because they throw us money they throw you boys’ tomatoes
Soon as I see your mistress she gets on both knees
Then suck it all collect my balls toll free
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Verse 2
I got them hot lines they come nowhere near it
I need that hotline paper eleven digits
She French kiss the stick then its ovwa
The chopper makes a nigga freeze like Nardwaur
Bitch I’m getting money you don’t got to ask
Let the green grow I never cut the grass
I’m in my prime ah you just a primate
Shottie spark dump your body parts in 9 states
Where I’m from the gas rising like the crime rate
West end boys they rep that 9 tray
Purp and lemon Kush call it that Phil Jackson
Chiquita paper all we do is peel Jacksons
I’m doing numbers never played the lottery
You made yourself broke I owe you no apologies
This one’s for all my niggas dialing up they wealth
Bosses push they own buttons so I answer to myself
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Verse 3
Who you know that can go dumb like this?
I can be paralyzed and still run this shit
I ain’t got to talk cause I am the shit
Cut my hands off bet I still handle it
No birthday but they blow my candle stick
I will not flip flop on some sandal shit
I’m from NC bitch if you not from here, Stop!
Coming out ya mouth with ya Blah Blah Blah
Who you know that can go dumb like this?
I can be paralyzed and still run this shit
I ain’t got to talk cause I am the shit
Cut my hands off bet I still handle it
No birthday but they blow my candle stick
I will not flip flop on some sandal shit
I’m from NC bitch if you not from here, Stop!
Coming out ya mouth with ya Blah Blah Blah
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