Rareones bitch, look
What you want, what you smoking gas
250 in cash
I was in Beamers, Benz, renties sliding
Bank after bank do the math
Walk up in Dior and pop me tag
I got the riches I came from the rags
High off this earth cause I'm off of this tab
Your mans is a sherm I was never in last
Check em off to the next swoosh
Pour up the tech deuce
I'm at his neck crew
Bullets gone stretch you
I'm at his neck with a beam
Too much money in my jeans
Got me walking like a feen
Heavy metal with the team
Too much money in your pockets all this cappin got to stop
Too much money on exotic throw some money in them stocks
If you live by what you rockin ain't no cappin on these blocks
Big ole 40 get to clapping knock that goofy out his socks, yeah
Early morning with the bae
She in the way
I'm tryna get me some cake
50 pros inna day
They like no way
How he do it by the bank
Ouuuu, what's crackin
Big ole chop and it came with the fashion
Whip my pot just pay me the fraction
I'm on top and these bitches is lacking yeah
Ouuuu, what's crackin
Big ole chop and it came with the fashion
Whip my pot just pay me the fraction
I'm on top and these bitches is lacking yeah
If you gone rock with me tell me the real
Spent all my 20's on Percocet pills
Said I was gone stop now I'm getting the chills
What you want, what you smoking gas
250 in cash
I was in Beamers, Benz, renties sliding
Bank after bank do the math
Walk up in Dior and pop me tag
I got the riches I came from the rags
High off this earth cause I'm off of this tab
Your mans is a sherm I was never in last
Check em off to the next swoosh
Pour up the tech deuce
I'm at his neck crew
Bullets gone stretch you
I'm at his neck with a beam
Too much money in my jeans
Got me walking like a feen
Heavy metal with the team
O.G.B - Do the Math Lyrics
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Rareones bitch, look
What you want, what you smoking gas
250 in cash
I was in Beamers, Benz, renties sliding
Bank after bank do the math
Walk up in Dior and pop me tag
I got the riches I came from the rags
High off this earth cause I'm off of this tab
Your mans is a sherm I was never in last
Check em off to the next swoosh
Pour up the tech deuce
I'm at his neck crew
Bullets gone stretch you
I'm at his neck with a beam
Too much money in my jeans
Got me walking like a feen
Heavy metal with the team
Too much money in your pockets all this cappin got to stop
Too much money on exotic throw some money in them stocks
If you live by what you rockin ain't no cappin on these blocks
Big ole 40 get to clapping knock that goofy out his socks, yeah
Early morning with the bae
She in the way
I'm tryna get me some cake
50 pros inna day
They like no way
How he do it by the bank
Ouuuu, what's crackin
Big ole chop and it came with the fashion
Whip my pot just pay me the fraction
I'm on top and these bitches is lacking yeah
Ouuuu, what's crackin
Big ole chop and it came with the fashion
Whip my pot just pay me the fraction
I'm on top and these bitches is lacking yeah
If you gone rock with me tell me the real
Spent all my 20's on Percocet pills
Said I was gone stop now I'm getting the chills
What you want, what you smoking gas
250 in cash
I was in Beamers, Benz, renties sliding
Bank after bank do the math
Walk up in Dior and pop me tag
I got the riches I came from the rags
High off this earth cause I'm off of this tab
Your mans is a sherm I was never in last
Check em off to the next swoosh
Pour up the tech deuce
I'm at his neck crew
Bullets gone stretch you
I'm at his neck with a beam
Too much money in my jeans
Got me walking like a feen
Heavy metal with the team
What you want, what you smoking gas
250 in cash
I was in Beamers, Benz, renties sliding
Bank after bank do the math
Walk up in Dior and pop me tag
I got the riches I came from the rags
High off this earth cause I'm off of this tab
Your mans is a sherm I was never in last
Check em off to the next swoosh
Pour up the tech deuce
I'm at his neck crew
Bullets gone stretch you
I'm at his neck with a beam
Too much money in my jeans
Got me walking like a feen
Heavy metal with the team
Too much money in your pockets all this cappin got to stop
Too much money on exotic throw some money in them stocks
If you live by what you rockin ain't no cappin on these blocks
Big ole 40 get to clapping knock that goofy out his socks, yeah
Early morning with the bae
She in the way
I'm tryna get me some cake
50 pros inna day
They like no way
How he do it by the bank
Ouuuu, what's crackin
Big ole chop and it came with the fashion
Whip my pot just pay me the fraction
I'm on top and these bitches is lacking yeah
Ouuuu, what's crackin
Big ole chop and it came with the fashion
Whip my pot just pay me the fraction
I'm on top and these bitches is lacking yeah
If you gone rock with me tell me the real
Spent all my 20's on Percocet pills
Said I was gone stop now I'm getting the chills
What you want, what you smoking gas
250 in cash
I was in Beamers, Benz, renties sliding
Bank after bank do the math
Walk up in Dior and pop me tag
I got the riches I came from the rags
High off this earth cause I'm off of this tab
Your mans is a sherm I was never in last
Check em off to the next swoosh
Pour up the tech deuce
I'm at his neck crew
Bullets gone stretch you
I'm at his neck with a beam
Too much money in my jeans
Got me walking like a feen
Heavy metal with the team
Writer: Amine Ogbamicael
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid