What you know about them nights, nigga?
You know I´m sayin´? Ridin´ ‘round to the neck
Mind steady on a check, you know I mean?
And bitch, you better come correct, you know I´m sayin´?

Numbers, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Wrist dancin´ like a motherfuckin´ Jabbawockeez
I told you that in 2015, right?
Numbers

I´m tired of this bullshit (Damn), I activate beast mode (Yeah)
I wake up early (Man), the money I thug for (Money I thug for)
I´m stayin´ on my toes, the streets is ???
I stand my ground (Man), and bitch, I´m never nervous
Block hot, still got money to make (Money to make)
7.62´s jumpin´ outta the cake (Ooh, outta the cake)
But I maneuver, ‘cause nigga, I like money and nice shit (Money and nice shit)

My swag is priceless (Man), my bag is righteous
You mad I got the bitch (Damn), I´m havin´ guap-alich (Yeah)
Your bag do not exist (Nah), you ??? and rappin´ shit (Yeah)
My drawls got horses on it, bitch, stop playin´ with me (Playin´ with me)
Meet me at LV (Check), and bring some bands with you (Bring some bands with you)
Don´t check me, check your temperature
Head´s so good, she´s a keeper (What´s hannin´?)
I just tossed the matte on the whip (On the whip)
Nigga, twin turbo, don´t trip (Don´t trip)

I get money, and I´m never on no fuck-boy shit (Man)
I make songs for the bad bitches and the real niggas

Thank God for the trap, I got rich off my life (Yeah)
I´m real city nigga, let me show you how we rock, yeah
Healthy ass nigga with a pocket full of check (Check)
Real street nigga, slidin´ ‘round to the neck (Neck)
My life really him, bitch, I ain´t gotta flex (Flex)
My life really him, bitch, I ain´t gotta flex (Flex)

What I look like complainin´? I got it out the mud
I´m a real street nigga, it´s just somethin´ in my blood
When I slide through the town, nigga push Grand Nash (Nash)

Run into my nigga Hustle on the Harley hoggin´ ass
Bitch, I´m ‘bout a token, got these hoes hopin´ (Hopin´)
Pussy still sellin´, so these hoes still goin´ (Goin´)
Ice man, Ice man, left wrist frozen (Ooh, numbers)
Chop by the nightstand, locked, and it´s loaded
These niggas is loafin´ (Loafin´), never touched a ticket (Never)
“Larry, what you doin?” Bitch, I´m on a mission
These niggas is emotional and barely gettin´ chicken (Chicken)
They hatin´ (Man), so they get to talkin´ on the Twitter (Twitter)
I´m not in competition, I like money and bad bitches (Yeah)

Tooly with extension in the kitchen for one reason (Yeah)
Just in case a nigga try to jack (Try to jack)
If the paint wet, the rims gotta match

I get money, and I´m never on no fuck boy shit (Man)
I make songs for the bad bitches and the real niggas
Thank God for the trap, I got rich off my life (Yeah)
I´m real city nigga, let me show you how we rock, yeah
Healthy ass nigga with a pocket full of check (Check)
Real street nigga, slidin´ ‘round to the neck (Neck)
My life really him, bitch, I ain´t gotta flex (Flex)

My life really him, bitch, I ain´t gotta flex (Numbers)