Teenage Numbers - Yo Gotti

Plug talk money, money talk plug

Teenage numbers when we speak about drugs

15, 16, 17 fine

18, 19, 20 too high

My plug talk money, my money talk plug

Teenage numbers when we speak about drugs

15, 16, 17 fine

18, 19, 20 too high

Cocaine dreams, sky is the limit

You can make a lot of money or you can do a large sentence

My plug don’t speak English, he can barely say a sentence

All he know is numbers, charge me nothing close to twenty

Sixteen flat, front me one time

Call it statutory rape when he charging Kobe Bryant

I’m trying to profit eight, like that nigga in his prime

I’m shooting to L.A. to get my work e’erytime

All I gotta say, I’m cool like Dre

I’m boss like rick from M.I.A

Yo Gotti!

Nigga say had keys for the fifteen, only thing gotta cop more than fifteen

Teflon Don

Lemme holla at em

I fell in love with Fendi as an adolescent

Now it’s Aston Martin money in my momma mattress

Copped me a Caprice, i shatted on them Daytons

Gotti got the cuddy but his stuntin' so contagious

Don’t speak about my plug, my plug barely speak

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I keep putting teenagers on the street

We ballin' in the club, popping bottles as we speak

Multiple M’s in my account, my money on the streets

I’m pouring money in it, 'til we got in Tennessee

I count it when I want it cos my niggas never steal from me, (loyal)

Keys in the ignition, keys in the kitchen

Large revenue, residue seen on the dishes

Profit mandatory, maintaining the lifestyle

My pedicure large, two attorneys for the trial

She sell a lot of ass, I got a lot of cash

Four Louis carry-ons, hit the helicopter pad

A thousand and eight grams

Divided by four

Two-hundred fifty-two

Multiply it by four

That’s 16 racks, I’m panning at the max

Seventeen-five cause I gotta get some tax

Teenage white girl, but if I say she black

You know we talkin' code, that mean that bitch ain’t comin' back

My plug don’t speak English, write down everything you say

But I don’t give a fuck cos I only want the yay

I’m cocaine crazy, think I’m goin' insane

15, 16, 17, keep running through my brain

I front a couple bricks, however you want to play it

When I’m with that tab, you know you walking dead

Dead man walking, I can see obituary

We enjoy the money, but the dope game scary

Bitches turn into enemies, friends turn into snitches

The cars draw attention, and the money fuck with bitches