Digits

[Verse]
I ain’t social I don’t really talk
Young nigga living like a kingpin chillin’ feet up in a loft
And you Better treat me like I’m Jesus but I’ll never let you niggas cross me
All these hoes wanna fuck with a boss
All my bro’s is up off of dog
We some pros at duckin’ the law
I really don’t do this too often
I done ran it, ran it way up, way up, way up
Countin’ money I’m exhausted
I invested in my girl business now I really got her feeling bossy
Dope same color as a milkshake and it bring the J’s to the yard
Tryna rule the world like I’m Nas
Trappin’ I got girl, I got boy
I been sipping syrup in a foreign
Can’t remember where the hell going
But I’m getting high you can join me
All the real niggas know me everything I’m rappin’ ain’t no fraud
Break a brick down to O.Z.’s you can call me wizard of the oz
Ima speed off on the police rollin’ down the window then I toss it
I been walking like I’m obese I got all this money in my pocket
Oh you a savage
These hoes gone fuck automatic
I’m the chosen one cause I got it
We got Rollie’s, AP’s and Pateks (yeah, aye)

[Chorus]
Run up my digits
I gotta run up my digits
I don’t want none of you bitches number
Sorry I’m focus on gettin’ a 100
Million I’m talking bout millions
I done ran it, ran it, way up, way up, way up
All the way up to the ceiling
I gotta run up my digits yeah I gotta get it yeah
Run up my digits
I gotta run up my digits
I don’t want none of you bitches number
Sorry I’m focus on gettin’ a 100
Million I’m talking bout millions
I done ran it, ran it, way up, way up, way up
All the way up to the ceiling
I gotta run up my digits yeah I gotta get it yeah

[Verse 2]
Square business shit mo' bands
All off of gram no scams
No swiping, no cash advance
Really trappin’ yeah hand to hand
Niggas waitin on a card to hit
I was using cards when I mix
Tell em pull behind the ‘partments
Still got nothing for a bitch
You asking all these niggas front you some
Work
You spent yo unemployment
I just went and spent a rack on a shirt
No you can’t afford this
And when they run out of loan money
Ima still have all these phones jumpin
You got all them clothes but don’t own nothing
These niggas hustling different

[Chorus]
Now Run up my digits
I gotta run up my digits
I don’t want none of you bitches number
Sorry I’m focus on gettin’ a 100
Million I’m talking bout millions
I done ran it, ran it, way up, way up, way up
All the way up to the ceiling
I gotta run up my digits yeah I gotta get it yeah
Run up my digits
I gotta run up my digits
I don’t want none of you bitches number
Sorry I’m focus on gettin’ a 100
Million I’m talking bout millions
I done ran it, ran it, way up, way up, way up
All the way up to the ceiling
I gotta run up my digits yeah I gotta get it yeah