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LET'S TALK NUMBERS Video (MV)




Performed By: FlexOnDaTrack
Language: English
Length: 3:00
Written by: Bryan Diaz




FlexOnDaTrack - LET'S TALK NUMBERS Lyrics
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Know that I'm peepin'
I see you tryna ride the wave and bite the flav
But I leave em sinkin'
And you could never get a taste
Bitch I'm too seasoned
My flow so cold, my flow so hot, got me feelin' like two seasons
Drop an episode just to let em know that I'm comin' back with two seasons
OJ a beat and never leave a trace
How the f*ck is you "king" and everyone laughin'?
Somebody gotta put yo ass in yo place
I ain't ever been one to brag but if we talkin' numbers, then f*ck it
Let's lay 'em all out on the table
Over 4M off the "INTRO" with my brother Dimes, and did it all without a label
We was on some "F*ck it let's see where it go" shit
Hop on a few tracks with the bro shit
When he told me his story something told me he was gone blow
You just know when you know shit
When you reach a new level you grow quick
Bigger price to pay when it's your own shit
Friends turn to haters on some hoe shit
Steady runnin' mouth but never know shit
Let's talk numbers
I was gone for two years but I'm back in the jungle
Back like I never left, bones to pick, I keep a shovel
And a Stone Cold Stunner for whoever tryna rumble
Let's talk numbers
Let the music do the talkin', I ain't got a word to mumble
18K after being gone for 730 days
Do you still wanna talk about numbers?
Arise from the grave now I'm back in abundance
Smoke and ride up in that big body Tundra
Yo shit too predictable, shit is redundant
Keep 'em on their toes while I'm keepin' you under
This ain't no interlude, but an interview
But you ain't in the view, 'cause ain't into you
You tried to make it hard for me to win, now it's my turn to hinder you
I remember you belittled me, but I'm the bigger man and you're the little you
I'm made different, we got different views
I'm the shot caller, you're the middle dude
Been gettin' blessings on blessings
Tryna see my name flood on a pendant
Let it hang off a motherf*ckin' necklace
FlexOnDaTrack I'm a force to be reckoned with
Hit my producer like "Let's get a session in"
In the studio breakin' and wreckin' shit
F*ck up a beat like a plate, don't you question it
Put some respect on my name when you mention it
I'm the toughest SOB in SAT
When it come to hip HOP, no LIE
Tryna make it in the HOF or MVP
I'm tryna build a FAM or MOB
POP hold it down, just wait on me
Another PSA for those who hate on me
Pull up in a tank and thrash who closed the gate on me
Tryna leave behind a legacy like PAC or BIG
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Know that I'm peepin'
I see you tryna ride the wave and bite the flav
But I leave em sinkin'
And you could never get a taste
Bitch I'm too seasoned
My flow so cold, my flow so hot, got me feelin' like two seasons
Drop an episode just to let em know that I'm comin' back with two seasons
OJ a beat and never leave a trace
How the f*ck is you "king" and everyone laughin'?
Somebody gotta put yo ass in yo place
I ain't ever been one to brag but if we talkin' numbers, then f*ck it
Let's lay 'em all out on the table
Over 4M off the "INTRO" with my brother Dimes, and did it all without a label
We was on some "F*ck it let's see where it go" shit
Hop on a few tracks with the bro shit
When he told me his story something told me he was gone blow
You just know when you know shit
When you reach a new level you grow quick
Bigger price to pay when it's your own shit
Friends turn to haters on some hoe shit
Steady runnin' mouth but never know shit
Let's talk numbers
I was gone for two years but I'm back in the jungle
Back like I never left, bones to pick, I keep a shovel
And a Stone Cold Stunner for whoever tryna rumble
Let's talk numbers
Let the music do the talkin', I ain't got a word to mumble
18K after being gone for 730 days
Do you still wanna talk about numbers?
Arise from the grave now I'm back in abundance
Smoke and ride up in that big body Tundra
Yo shit too predictable, shit is redundant
Keep 'em on their toes while I'm keepin' you under
This ain't no interlude, but an interview
But you ain't in the view, 'cause ain't into you
You tried to make it hard for me to win, now it's my turn to hinder you
I remember you belittled me, but I'm the bigger man and you're the little you
I'm made different, we got different views
I'm the shot caller, you're the middle dude
Been gettin' blessings on blessings
Tryna see my name flood on a pendant
Let it hang off a motherf*ckin' necklace
FlexOnDaTrack I'm a force to be reckoned with
Hit my producer like "Let's get a session in"
In the studio breakin' and wreckin' shit
F*ck up a beat like a plate, don't you question it
Put some respect on my name when you mention it
I'm the toughest SOB in SAT
When it come to hip HOP, no LIE
Tryna make it in the HOF or MVP
I'm tryna build a FAM or MOB
POP hold it down, just wait on me
Another PSA for those who hate on me
Pull up in a tank and thrash who closed the gate on me
Tryna leave behind a legacy like PAC or BIG
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Writer: Bryan Diaz
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