Mathematics

[Intro]
All this weight it hold me down
But I keep going up, (yeh yeh)
Baby what you wanna eat
She want Mastros for lunch
(uh huh , uh yeuhh uhh)
I keep spending all this fucking money
Like I don't give a fuck
I just hit lil mhm, okay
You know he keep it tucked

[Verse]
I’m in my bag she in her bag
Little baby gone run it up
Too much drip on all my niggas
You cannot fit with us
I be high, smoking real good
Exotic in my blunt
Twelve rack of lamb, five minutes
Waiter said it’s coming up
Moncler with that Ricky
Chanel on my feet but you know
I'm a boss I can make this money
Yeah I feel like Hugo
I love the big bodies
Cause I’m too tired of two doors
You so dusty you don’t get high
You smoking Newports
I’m in this bitch and it go up
Give me love don’t fuss
Although that I got it
I could do this shit with no luck
I try to every day on my knees and pray
And don’t give up
Time time to celebrate
That’s why I got Cliquot in my cup
Try me get fucked up
All my niggas know to buss
I’m turning into someone
So you know we keep it clutched
Benz it’s moving fast
You can only see me in the dust
Love the calculator
Money machine then add it up
Love the calculator it keep adding up
Mathematics love the cash
We gone rack it up
Got a bad bitch smashing
She gone back it up
Once you have it, you lavish
Little nigga go get you some

[Bridge]
All this weight it hold me down
But I keep going up (yeh yeh)
Baby what you wanna eat
She want Mastros for lunch
I keep spending all this fucking money
Like I don't give a fuck
I just hit lil mhm, okay
You know he keep it tucked

[Chorus]
Money machine then add it up
Love the calculator it keep adding up
Mathematics love the cash
We gone rack it up
Gotta bad bitch smashing
She gone back it up
Once you have it, you lavish
Little nigga go get you some
(Yeah uh)
(Better go get you some)
(Uh, bad bitch)
(Gone and get you some)
(Bad bitch, bad bitch)
(Gone and get you some)