Keep grinding hard
Do whatever
To make that profit
Keep running bands
Smoking loud
It's hard to stop it
Made a couple plays
This week ain't break a sweat
No plans for the day
Just got money to collect
Just picked up eight hundred
On my way to cash a check
Still sitting on some zips
Come and shop I got the best
Sale the most and smoke
The rest this the real loud test
Light yo blunt and don't pass it
Burn a whole in your chest
I'll just keep on lighting
I ain't never running out
I ain't reals friends with my plug
He know don't come around
When it's a drought
Keep that loud pack flowing in
Soon as the bag in
I get the bag gone
Trappin' on my iPhone
'Bout one hundred junkies
In my phone
Yo bitch just called my phone
She know don't call me
Unless she shopping
She buy my grams
I got her pill popping
Caught her in the moment
Bust that pussy open
Do it every time
She do that shit well
She knew that it was real
I put it on a scale
Made the bitch wet
I put it on scale
Got the bitch twerking
For all the clientele
All up in your feeling
Bout some shit that I do
You now when
I'm doing numbers
I'm not thinking bout you
Doing numbers I don't got
A need to lie to you
I won't ever come to you girl
I got shit to do.
All up in your feelings
Bout what they say
Go get this money bitch
I'm not making plans today.
No time to slumber when
You really numbers
I been trapping out
In Florida all summer
Doing numbers
Just like math you add it up
Doing numbers doing numbers
Get that bread and stack it up
Doing numbers doing numbers
Doing numbers Doing numbers
Just like math you add it up
Doing numbers doing numbers
Get that bread and stack it up
Doing numbers doing numbers
Doing numbers
Keep grinding hard
Do whatever
To make that profit
Keep running bands
Smoking loud
It's hard to stop it
Made a couple plays
This week ain't break a sweat
No plans for the day
Just got money to collect
Just picked up eight hundred
On my way to cash a check
Still sitting on some zips
Come and shop I got the best
Sale the most and smoke
The rest this the real loud test
Light yo blunt and don't pass it
Burn a whole in your chest
Juan100 - Doing Numbers Lyrics
Juan100 - Doing Numbers Lyrics
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Keep grinding hard
Do whatever
To make that profit
Keep running bands
Smoking loud
It's hard to stop it
Made a couple plays
This week ain't break a sweat
No plans for the day
Just got money to collect
Just picked up eight hundred
On my way to cash a check
Still sitting on some zips
Come and shop I got the best
Sale the most and smoke
The rest this the real loud test
Light yo blunt and don't pass it
Burn a whole in your chest
I'll just keep on lighting
I ain't never running out
I ain't reals friends with my plug
He know don't come around
When it's a drought
Keep that loud pack flowing in
Soon as the bag in
I get the bag gone
Trappin' on my iPhone
'Bout one hundred junkies
In my phone
Yo bitch just called my phone
She know don't call me
Unless she shopping
She buy my grams
I got her pill popping
Caught her in the moment
Bust that pussy open
Do it every time
She do that shit well
She knew that it was real
I put it on a scale
Made the bitch wet
I put it on scale
Got the bitch twerking
For all the clientele
All up in your feeling
Bout some shit that I do
You now when
I'm doing numbers
I'm not thinking bout you
Doing numbers I don't got
A need to lie to you
I won't ever come to you girl
I got shit to do.
All up in your feelings
Bout what they say
Go get this money bitch
I'm not making plans today.
No time to slumber when
You really numbers
I been trapping out
In Florida all summer
Doing numbers
Just like math you add it up
Doing numbers doing numbers
Get that bread and stack it up
Doing numbers doing numbers
Doing numbers Doing numbers
Just like math you add it up
Doing numbers doing numbers
Get that bread and stack it up
Doing numbers doing numbers
Doing numbers
Keep grinding hard
Do whatever
To make that profit
Keep running bands
Smoking loud
It's hard to stop it
Made a couple plays
This week ain't break a sweat
No plans for the day
Just got money to collect
Just picked up eight hundred
On my way to cash a check
Still sitting on some zips
Come and shop I got the best
Sale the most and smoke
The rest this the real loud test
Light yo blunt and don't pass it
Burn a whole in your chest
Do whatever
To make that profit
Keep running bands
Smoking loud
It's hard to stop it
Made a couple plays
This week ain't break a sweat
No plans for the day
Just got money to collect
Just picked up eight hundred
On my way to cash a check
Still sitting on some zips
Come and shop I got the best
Sale the most and smoke
The rest this the real loud test
Light yo blunt and don't pass it
Burn a whole in your chest
I'll just keep on lighting
I ain't never running out
I ain't reals friends with my plug
He know don't come around
When it's a drought
Keep that loud pack flowing in
Soon as the bag in
I get the bag gone
Trappin' on my iPhone
'Bout one hundred junkies
In my phone
Yo bitch just called my phone
She know don't call me
Unless she shopping
She buy my grams
I got her pill popping
Caught her in the moment
Bust that pussy open
Do it every time
She do that shit well
She knew that it was real
I put it on a scale
Made the bitch wet
I put it on scale
Got the bitch twerking
For all the clientele
All up in your feeling
Bout some shit that I do
You now when
I'm doing numbers
I'm not thinking bout you
Doing numbers I don't got
A need to lie to you
I won't ever come to you girl
I got shit to do.
All up in your feelings
Bout what they say
Go get this money bitch
I'm not making plans today.
No time to slumber when
You really numbers
I been trapping out
In Florida all summer
Doing numbers
Just like math you add it up
Doing numbers doing numbers
Get that bread and stack it up
Doing numbers doing numbers
Doing numbers Doing numbers
Just like math you add it up
Doing numbers doing numbers
Get that bread and stack it up
Doing numbers doing numbers
Doing numbers
Keep grinding hard
Do whatever
To make that profit
Keep running bands
Smoking loud
It's hard to stop it
Made a couple plays
This week ain't break a sweat
No plans for the day
Just got money to collect
Just picked up eight hundred
On my way to cash a check
Still sitting on some zips
Come and shop I got the best
Sale the most and smoke
The rest this the real loud test
Light yo blunt and don't pass it
Burn a whole in your chest
Writer: Juan Boyd
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Copyright: Lyrics © NUU ERA DIGITAL