I got 25 lighters on the dresser, I got 45 bricks on the road I got 40 Glock 9s, come and test us, I got 25 niggas on parole I got 21 bitches in my living room, I got 24 ounces in my cup I got 3 different banks stacking up the dough, I got 12 young niggas down to bust Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers All we do is numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers All we do is numbers This I came up off the steps with it I advise em not to mess with it 40 cal, he hit your chest with it Fuck around and leave a mess with it Send a couple through your Mets fitted Limbs loose, I hope your vest fit it Riding drunk, caught a DUI Locking niggas up, I prey they free my guys Free my nigga Dada you know he the fire Got em sitting up for the homicide Tossing money at the damn pole Nigga got it out the bando Stacking paper's all you need to know Nigga we be stacking up Riding dirty, got the forty on me Fuck nigga tryna spoil it for me Feds, nigga tryna call em on me Glass house, got your shawty on me Pussy nigga, you's a joke Always talking money, you ain't never seen it Stacking numbers, I'mma pull up in a foreign Nigga bet them niggas seen it Pull that Porsche up when I ride Got some pills on me, got bills on me I stack the paper sky high I be bossed up till I die On your block in all of my chains You gone take something, nah-nah