Figures lyrics
by The Alchemist
[Verse 1: Cash Nelly]
I hit my n*gga Fat Kitty For a package of the scubes
You gets 1 for the 3 I gets 4 for the 2
That's Mathematics love Lo fronted me a nug
I could make your mom's salary in a week selling drugs
But i'm smooth fam I'd rather do this rap sh*t
If the money come short second option is that crack tip
I'm watching Belly slumped, blazing Dro in the palace
I let the money tell where i stay f*ck an Atlas
I'm in my Yairon whip that's the Mercury
These hoes on that Trixie tip they keep lurking me
I'm cracking telephones and cracking cards it's a purgery
Headband from Switzerland, My jersey say Germany
Slicing competition like I'm licensed for surgery
Main reason why these pus*y n*ggas wanna murder me
But i still run up in yo sh*t, like it was a burglary
I let my girl gargle me, these other hoes is trickery
DirtyMobb n*ggas on a come up, Art Boy Billionaires
Better get your funds up, f*ck last place cause right now
We the runners up, Mini Hulk Hogan n*ggas swear they all tough bruh