Numbers lyrics
by Prof
[Hook: Prof]
One in the bag. One In the bank
One in the trunk. One in the face
Two in the whip. Pleading the fifth
Run up a fade. Do what it take
One in the bag. One In the bank
One in the trunk. One in the face
Two in the whip. Pleading the fifth
Run up a fade. Do what it take
[Verse 1: Prof]
How I'm living, we don't tell. Without getting into too much
I can simply tell you that I'm eating well. All these women ESL
I'm a turn up on the ale. I think I'm a need some bail
I could never catch a feel. Ima get drunk and grab the wheel!
Hiawatha pop off talking. Man I think I lost control
I lost conscience, driving my Datsun, talk about rock and roll
My drip is contagious. I'm flipping through faces
It's called big di*k energy pus*y
I'm dirty and rotten, considered a scoundrel
Player 2 has entered the movie
I'll say the sh*t that all of y'all just wanna say
I got one crib, two whips, two fists, focus. I'm on my way
Ay, real talk, this year I 100% paid off all my motherf*cking debt
And also I forgot to deposit a $25,000 check
[Hook: Prof]
One in the bag. One In the bank
One in the trunk. One in the face
Two in the whip. Pleading the fifth
Run up a fade. Do what it take
One in the bag. One In the bank
One in the trunk. One in the face
Two in the whip. Pleading the fifth
Run up a fade. Do what it take
[Verse 2: Muja Messiah]
(Messiah) Ima do what it take. Move it or lose it or move out the way
Ain't no escape. Do what I say, or get punched in the face
That ain't a threat. That is a promise. I promise you that
Stick up the pharmacy tech with a Tek. Run up a bag, run up a check
Run in your crib, wearing a bib
f*ck around, eat everything in your fridge
Clean out your cabinets. Hide in the attic
Jump out and scare the sh*t out of your b*tch
Kidnap your dog, show up at your job
Smacking the sh*t out of you and your boss
They wanna build walls, neanderthals
But we got a ladder to get us across
The coupe got dual exhaust. With two Glocks in my drawers
On the rooftop of the Loft. Looking like 2Pac on the cross
I lick two shots at the law. Bulletproof watch got it popping off
Brains looking like goulash. 40 in the toolbox
Had to bury homie in the boondocks. Oh my god!
[Hook: Prof]
One in the bag. One In the bank
One in the trunk. One in the face
Two in the whip. Pleading the fifth
Run up a fade. Do what it take
One in the bag. One In the bank
One in the trunk. One in the face
Two in the whip. Pleading the fifth
Run up a fade. Do what it take
[Verse 3: Taylor J]
(Takeover heeey!) Got a dub in the tuck. Spent 10 on my chain
Two pocket rockets when I'm in these lanes
n*ggas be hating, but n*ggas be lame
b*tches know Taylor and you ain't the same
Three b*tches calling me, what is they name?
Five minutes in, they giving me brain
In the back of the six 'til 7 or 8
I keep me a 9, my money too straight
That's profit with Prof. I went through it all
Some problems meant for the money to solve
Some n*ggas meant to be haters not boss
Murderap finally linked with the Paul
We crazy on stage, they throwing their bras
You throw me a front Ima run through it all
I need something done, I just make me a call
And now you just food for my dogs
Still remember the days I was broke down and bitter
Couldn't figure nothing out, I'm like I'll probably never get up
But in my mind, I'm like if I grind, I know l'll get it
I gotta shine, I gotta get mine. f*ck it I'm with it
Bought a new Benz. Feeling like a new n*gga
No new friends, mine went to school with me
Now we all good, n*gga might spend the 250
What they gonna do with me? Takeover
[Hook: Prof]
One in the bag. One In the bank
One in the trunk. One in the face
Two in the whip. Pleading the fifth
Run up a fade. Do what it take
One in the bag. One In the bank
One in the trunk. One in the face
Two in the whip. Pleading the fifth
Run up a fade. Do what it take