Digits

[Hook]
All I wanted was them digits
Stacking money to the limits
In this shit like Pusha-T
Ship a key, like this shit was my religion
Fuck calling shots, Imma hit em
Double choppers for ambition
Grip the pistol I be blindly shooting all of y’all with my intuition
All I wanted was em digits
Don’t fuck with nobody, I’m with it
In this shit like Pusha-T, ship a key
Shit’s survival of the fittest
Fuck calling shots Imma hit em
Double choppers for ambition
Grip the pistol I be blindly shooting all of y’all with my intuition

[Verse 1]
Out of of this motherfucking planet
At it fully automatic
Chase the paper like an addict
I came from nothing, I ain’t had shit
I never crack when I hustle
Sipping this Ac until I’m muddled
Weapon of mass destruction, oh don’t fuck with me
You get your ass in the duffel
Blowing up, blowing up, blowing up
Everybody better know whassup
Blank face, I ain’t showing love
Aim it at you, make you open up
High out the motherfucking ceiling top
Fuck your feelings, I ain’t feeling y’all
Money got me on my old ways:
Iif I ain’t got it Imma steal it all
‘Cause I don’t need nothing at all
This money the motherfucking law
I keep the racks in the duffel
I do not touch the withdrawal
Workin, I’m workin, I get it
Earn it, I splurge when I spend it
I’m only servin the base
Motherfuck serving a sentence
Oh, I only feel good with this money
Only feel good with these riches
Y’all cannot hold down these bitches
Acting like she all committed, cuz oh you don’t know how we did it
Y’all don’t know shit about me
Why are you giving advice
If yall ain’t doing been these numbers
Then how are you living this life, say it

[Hook]
All I wanted was them digits
Stacking money to the limits
In this shit like Pusha-T
Ship a key, like this shit was my religion
Fuck calling shots, Imma hit em
Double choppers for ambition
Grip the pistol I be blindly shooting all of y’all with my intuition
All I wanted was em digits
Don’t fuck with nobody, I’m with it
In this shit like Pusha-T, ship a key
Shit’s survival of the fittest
Fuck calling shots Imma hit em
Double choppers for ambition
Grip the pistol I be blindly shooting all of y’all with my intuition

[v2]
Back wit the business I needed the pay
Actavis sippin, I’m easing the pain
I’m the only one who with it
Holding this shit down when everybody giving up
Ain’t nobody ever listen
Ain’t nobody ever give a fuck
I don’t know how this happened
I was out skipping classes
Told me the only way Imma make it out of this city’s sitting in a casket
Keep it savage with em bitches
They ain’t fuckin’ with us when we ain’t done had shit
I did what I did, when i whip it
Wrist wicked like it’s Magick, woah
This check be the Book of the Law
Bank balance like the courthouse
Y’all was all tryna fuck with me
Now y’all screaming mission abort now
I need me more of this money
I need me more of these riches
Foreign whip with the loaded
I go to war for these digits
Woah, swerving on em when I’m high as fuck
Pop a perky I ain’t high enough
Making money off this dumb shit
None of y’all ever done shit
Didn’t wanna fuck yo bitch
She sucking on this dick cuz she don’t feel ya bullshit
Hitting up Goldman and Sachs going “ratatatat”
Peeling back with em bullets

[Hook]
All I wanted was them digits
Stacking money to the limits
In this shit like Pusha-T
Ship a key, like this shit was my religion
Fuck calling shots, Imma hit em
Double choppers for ambition
Grip the pistol I be blindly shooting all of y’all with my intuition
All I wanted was em digits
Don’t fuck with nobody, I’m with it
In this shit like Pusha-T, ship a key
Shit’s survival of the fittest
Fuck calling shots Imma hit em
Double choppers for ambition
Grip the pistol I be blindly shooting all of y’all with my intuition