Digits lyrics

[Chorus: Willie Waters]
I had to run up the digits
Counting the hundreds, fifties, and twenties
We handling business
Stacking it up til its touching the ceiling
And all of my n*ggas is with me
Yeah we out here and we trying to get it
All the real n*ggas f*ck with me
All the bad b*tches f*ck with me
I had to run up the digits
Counting the hundreds, fifties, and twenties
We handling business
Stacking it up til its touching the ceiling
And all of my n*ggas is with me
Yeah we out here and we trying to get it
All the real n*ggas f*ck with me
All the bad b*tches f*ck with me

[Verse 1: Willie Waters]
Need them blue hundreds
Got my b*tch in the back and she thumbing through hundreds
n*ggas ain't 100
If you real then n*gga then don't say nothing
It's easy to get money
Hardest thing is to keep it coming
Get off of your ass go out and go get it
Im self made n*ggas owe me nothing
Truth is n*gga started with nothing
Kept grinding got it out of the mud
Remember when we ain't even have no buzz
Now I get paid to walk in the club
b*tches all on me they showing me love
I touch money I can't get enough
She touch me and she can't get enough
And after the club she ready to f*ck
She want me to wife her I can't fall in love
The money come first put nothing above
It is what it is
It was what it was
And I wish you the best of luck
Sorry i'm not the one
All of my n*ggas is one
New money we counting it up
And we gon keep running it up
[Chorus: Willie Waters]
I had to run up the digits
Counting the hundreds, fifties, and twenties
We handling business
Stacking it up til its touching the ceiling
And all of my n*ggas is with me
Yeah we out here and we trying to get it
All the real n*ggas f*ck with me
All the bad b*tches f*ck with me
I had to run up the digits
Counting the hundreds, fifties, and twenties
We handling business
Stacking it up til its touching the ceiling
And all of my n*ggas is with me
Yeah we out here and we trying to get it
All the real n*ggas f*ck with me
All the bad b*tches f*ck with me

[Verse 2: 350Heem]
I was just flipping the chicken
I was down bad you know that I had to go get it
All of the choppas extended
Im a kill you and the beat and I won't leave a witness
And all of my b*tches in order
Some of my b*tches is foreign they come cross the boarder
Looking like boulders
Always look over my shoulder then I drop a deuce in my soda
All that I smoke is exotic girl i want your body I tell her come over and ride it
Run up a check and stay silent I know that they watching but they can not do nothing about it
All black like i'm in illuminati
All hundreds b*tch you know that I got it
Gang gang b*tch you know that we popping
Dripping sauce girl you know how i'm rocking
I don't know why she thinking i'm the one
I looked at her and told her it's none
I got like 10 rounds in a gun
I done been down bad for a month
These n*ggas faking they just want to front
She getting freaky right after the blunt
She wanna kick it I don't want to punt
My n*ggas eating take off with your lunch
I had to run up them digits
[Chorus: Willie Waters]
I had to run up the digits
Counting the hundreds, fifties, and twenties
We handling business
Stacking it up til its touching the ceiling
And all of my n*ggas is with me
Yeah we out here and we trying to get it
All the real n*ggas f*ck with me
All the bad b*tches f*ck with me
I had to run up the digits
Counting the hundreds, fifties, and twenties
We handling business
Stacking it up til its touching the ceiling
And all of my n*ggas is with me
Yeah we out here and we trying to get it
All the real n*ggas f*ck with me
All the bad b*tches f*ck with me