All of my funds
I count it down to the ones
I want the cake come & the crumbs
Cutting my thumbs
I'm bouta go on a run
Sentence as long as they come
That's cause the commas
I be siamese to the dollars
If it's about money then holla
Flooding my collar
Smoking I'm right next to Allah
Moving with weight like a momma
Hot as hibachi huh?
Big stick so they know that I'm cocky
AP said to flex, told em watch me
Up next, they be hoping to copy
No seeds, bitches calling me poppy
No love, I could show to a thotty
Hoes tell when you lit in the lobby
Wax off shawty, Mr. Miyagi
Yeh yeh
I told her that money the motivation
I ain't got time for you niggas hating
Wake up don't eat cause I'm chasing bacon
Claim that you eat better watch ya plate then
Yeh yeh
Dollar signs
A nigga been hungry as Ramadan
Know my life done been low as the bottom line
So I skate on these hoes cause I gotta grind
I'm really different though
Be catching the illest flows
Probably why I be smoking medicinal
Know if I'm on the beat then it really go
Start a flood with AP like it's time to blow
And I buy too much weed like it's time to grow
They be jockin the steeze
We already know
And we see that ya money be moving slow
I'm tired of causing these problems
You don't want no problems
I'm used to the drama
Pull with Lammas
Pull up with yoppas
Shoot like osama
Right out the Honda
Pussy like Wanda
Syrup in fanta
I'm getting commas
Hit her no condom
I love the drama
I gotta lotta cash
Aye I gotta lotta bags
Talkin a lotta trash
Aye put u in body bags
I got the cash and I got the Cheddar
Play with money ay bitch u know better
Fly as a bird I stay fly as a feather
I'm breaking her back and that bitch as my header
All of my funds
I count it down to the ones
I want the cake come & the crumbs
Cutting my thumbs
I'm bouta go on a run
Sentence as long as they come
That's cause the commas
I be siamese to the dollars
If it's about money then holla
Flooding my collar
Smoking I'm right next to Allah
Moving with weight like a momma
Yon the Doyen - Number$ (feat. AP YCM) Lyrics
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All of my funds
I count it down to the ones
I want the cake come & the crumbs
Cutting my thumbs
I'm bouta go on a run
Sentence as long as they come
That's cause the commas
I be siamese to the dollars
If it's about money then holla
Flooding my collar
Smoking I'm right next to Allah
Moving with weight like a momma
Hot as hibachi huh?
Big stick so they know that I'm cocky
AP said to flex, told em watch me
Up next, they be hoping to copy
No seeds, bitches calling me poppy
No love, I could show to a thotty
Hoes tell when you lit in the lobby
Wax off shawty, Mr. Miyagi
Yeh yeh
I told her that money the motivation
I ain't got time for you niggas hating
Wake up don't eat cause I'm chasing bacon
Claim that you eat better watch ya plate then
Yeh yeh
Dollar signs
A nigga been hungry as Ramadan
Know my life done been low as the bottom line
So I skate on these hoes cause I gotta grind
I'm really different though
Be catching the illest flows
Probably why I be smoking medicinal
Know if I'm on the beat then it really go
Start a flood with AP like it's time to blow
And I buy too much weed like it's time to grow
They be jockin the steeze
We already know
And we see that ya money be moving slow
I'm tired of causing these problems
You don't want no problems
I'm used to the drama
Pull with Lammas
Pull up with yoppas
Shoot like osama
Right out the Honda
Pussy like Wanda
Syrup in fanta
I'm getting commas
Hit her no condom
I love the drama
I gotta lotta cash
Aye I gotta lotta bags
Talkin a lotta trash
Aye put u in body bags
I got the cash and I got the Cheddar
Play with money ay bitch u know better
Fly as a bird I stay fly as a feather
I'm breaking her back and that bitch as my header
All of my funds
I count it down to the ones
I want the cake come & the crumbs
Cutting my thumbs
I'm bouta go on a run
Sentence as long as they come
That's cause the commas
I be siamese to the dollars
If it's about money then holla
Flooding my collar
Smoking I'm right next to Allah
Moving with weight like a momma
I count it down to the ones
I want the cake come & the crumbs
Cutting my thumbs
I'm bouta go on a run
Sentence as long as they come
That's cause the commas
I be siamese to the dollars
If it's about money then holla
Flooding my collar
Smoking I'm right next to Allah
Moving with weight like a momma
Hot as hibachi huh?
Big stick so they know that I'm cocky
AP said to flex, told em watch me
Up next, they be hoping to copy
No seeds, bitches calling me poppy
No love, I could show to a thotty
Hoes tell when you lit in the lobby
Wax off shawty, Mr. Miyagi
Yeh yeh
I told her that money the motivation
I ain't got time for you niggas hating
Wake up don't eat cause I'm chasing bacon
Claim that you eat better watch ya plate then
Yeh yeh
Dollar signs
A nigga been hungry as Ramadan
Know my life done been low as the bottom line
So I skate on these hoes cause I gotta grind
I'm really different though
Be catching the illest flows
Probably why I be smoking medicinal
Know if I'm on the beat then it really go
Start a flood with AP like it's time to blow
And I buy too much weed like it's time to grow
They be jockin the steeze
We already know
And we see that ya money be moving slow
I'm tired of causing these problems
You don't want no problems
I'm used to the drama
Pull with Lammas
Pull up with yoppas
Shoot like osama
Right out the Honda
Pussy like Wanda
Syrup in fanta
I'm getting commas
Hit her no condom
I love the drama
I gotta lotta cash
Aye I gotta lotta bags
Talkin a lotta trash
Aye put u in body bags
I got the cash and I got the Cheddar
Play with money ay bitch u know better
Fly as a bird I stay fly as a feather
I'm breaking her back and that bitch as my header
All of my funds
I count it down to the ones
I want the cake come & the crumbs
Cutting my thumbs
I'm bouta go on a run
Sentence as long as they come
That's cause the commas
I be siamese to the dollars
If it's about money then holla
Flooding my collar
Smoking I'm right next to Allah
Moving with weight like a momma
Writer: Alec Paul, Darien Lowe
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid