Numbers Up! - Jimm Ross

I can’t trust these niggas, they ignorant

Makin' money moves every mornin'

I keep buckets with me like i’m scorin'

Like i’m James Harden, can’t ignore it

Mama told me cut the cheque and pour it

Dubbin' through 'em N’s like im Norbin

She just bought a Benz, run up for it

Devil on my shoulder, why you callin'

Get my numbers up, yeah i’m up

Get my numbers up, boy i’m up

Get my numbers up, yeah i’m up

Get my numbers up, yeah i’m up

Get my numbers up, yeah i’m up

Get my numbers up, boy i’m up

Get my numbers up, yeah i’m up

Get my numbers up, yeah i’m up

Roses all red, Benjamins blue

Run up to a lick, run up to 'em bands

I dont answer calls, what you want from me

Ain’t no mail man, but i’m posted up

Got a piggy bank, and it got some racks

Smokin' all this loud, got exotic packs

I’m in Blooming Dales, i want denim jeans

I’m in Saks Fifth, i get Gucci socks

I just drank a gallon, yeah i need more pints

Shawty wanna fuck, yeah she showin' signs

I got all this drip, hope you got it too

You dont want no smoke, hit you with a tool

Get my numbers up, yeah i’m up

Get my numbers up, boy i’m up

Get my numbers up, yeah i’m up

Get my numbers up, yeah i’m up

Get my numbers up, yeah i’m up

Get my numbers up, boy i’m up

Get my numbers up, yeah i’m up

Get my numbers up, yeah i’m up