Digits ft. T Braze Lyrics

I tell em I run it up fuck up a comma fuck up a bag

Haters sad I just pull up and win popping these tags

I just laugh uhh kick up my feet go and relax

I don't chat stay dropping this heat spitting these facts

Ball out to the max crushing all these fits

Pull up big and better always upgrading my wrist

I don't miss with these quotas got more bread to reach

Six digits ain't safe tryna get seven at least

Tryna lease like two v's two pads shit three

Cruise pass jet ski's crew add up gs

News flash we eat living my dreams as I please

All my niggas winning owning shit check the keys

Shit my timing is too beast I keep it moving once I peep

That you ain't worth none of my sleep my time ain't cheap

I don't leap for the nonsense I'm rarely amused

Nonchalant but assertive let's not get that shit confused

Bring the pressure yea

Bring the pressure yea

We stacking digits in this mother fucker

We stacking digits in this mother fucker

Bring the pressure yea

Bring the pressure yea

I smell like money in this mother fucker

I look like money in this mother fucker

I been stacking digits with no drama how it's supposed to be

But I done pushed my ops up out the store carrying groceries

I'm a turf baby fill my body up with gasoline

No one held me down so who the fuck you think is holding me

Pray to god like everyday that 40 stop controlling me

But if they test me they gone see the morgue or emergency

Hustle to the morning gotta move wit facts and urgency

I been pushing babies like the woman who gave birth to me

Let that money come and talk to me just like I'm Jodeci

Stop growing me look I sell weed the way I'm holding heat

Broke Mcs you been talking reckless we like 20 deep

Shots hit your leg chest and arm have you no defeat

Break em down these niggas too Boosie I'm a wipe em down

Wear my crown these niggas too coochie gotta flush em out

Running routes I think bout them digits so don't count me down

It's some money in this mother fucker time to lock it down

Bring the pressure yea

Bring the pressure yea

We stacking digits in this mother fucker

We stacking digits in this mother fucker

Bring the pressure yea

Bring the pressure yea

I smell like money in this mother fucker

I look like money in this mother fucker