AR FITEEN - Digits Lyrics

[Verse]I ain’t social I don’t really talkYoung nigga living like a kingpin chillin’ feet up in a loftAnd you Better treat me like I’m Jesus but I’ll never let you niggas cross meAll these hoes wanna fuck with a bossAll my bro’s is up off of dogWe some pros at duckin’ the lawI really don’t do this too oftenI done ran it, ran it way up, way up, way upCountin’ money I’m exhaustedI invested in my girl business now I really got her feeling bossyDope same color as a milkshake and it bring the J’s to the yardTryna rule the world like I’m NasTrappin’ I got girl, I got boyI been sipping syrup in a foreignCan’t remember where the hell goingBut I’m getting high you can join meAll the real niggas know me everything I’m rappin’ ain’t no fraudBreak a brick down to O.Z.’s you can call me wizard of the ozIma speed off on the police rollin’ down the window then I toss itI been walking like I’m obese I got all this money in my pocketOh you a savageThese hoes gone fuck automaticI’m the chosen one cause I got itWe got Rollie’s, AP’s and Pateks (yeah, aye)[Chorus]Run up my digitsI gotta run up my digitsI don’t want none of you bitches numberSorry I’m focus on gettin’ a 100Million I’m talking bout millionsI done ran it, ran it, way up, way up, way upAll the way up to the ceilingI gotta run up my digits yeah I gotta get it yeahRun up my digitsI gotta run up my digitsI don’t want none of you bitches numberSorry I’m focus on gettin’ a 100Million I’m talking bout millionsI done ran it, ran it, way up, way up, way upAll the way up to the ceilingI gotta run up my digits yeah I gotta get it yeah[Verse 2]Square business shit mo' bandsAll off of gram no scamsNo swiping, no cash advanceReally trappin’ yeah hand to handNiggas waitin on a card to hitI was using cards when I mixTell em pull behind the ‘partmentsStill got nothing for a bitchYou asking all these niggas front you someWorkYou spent yo unemploymentI just went and spent a rack on a shirtNo you can’t afford thisAnd when they run out of loan moneyIma still have all these phones jumpinYou got all them clothes but don’t own nothingThese niggas hustling different[Chorus]Now Run up my digitsI gotta run up my digitsI don’t want none of you bitches numberSorry I’m focus on gettin’ a 100Million I’m talking bout millionsI done ran it, ran it, way up, way up, way upAll the way up to the ceilingI gotta run up my digits yeah I gotta get it yeahRun up my digitsI gotta run up my digitsI don’t want none of you bitches numberSorry I’m focus on gettin’ a 100Million I’m talking bout millionsI done ran it, ran it, way up, way up, way upAll the way up to the ceilingI gotta run up my digits yeah I gotta get it yeah