Numbers

[Intro] I run up that money again I'm in buffalo ‘cause I want me some bills Nigga talking shit, but they don't want it with Quan Got 99 bands, so what? [Hook] Hundred thousand dollars in ones, I throw 'em Fifty thousand dollars in fives, I blow 'em Two hundred thousand dollars in tens, I do it A million dollars in hundreds, I swear I ran through 'em Say my prayers every night ‘cause I know that I sin Gotta keep that shit 100 like my nigga Ben Jamie Foxx, Willie Beamen, boy you number ten I'm in that liquor store, posted like a pack of skins Talk to 'em Quan [Verse 1] If you talking 'bout them M's, boy I need a dozen I ain't know we were related, but I hit my cousin I ain't tryin' to do no datin', so I skipped the subject Shorty say that she gon' tell her big brother I told that lil bitch, "Go and tell your big brother" Leave him stanking with a smell, but I won't get in trouble Already five M's, tryin' to get another My boy got three times ten for a fucking murder Stay in the pen with my nigga, just like Bobby Shmurda She got to doing her business, so I closed the curtains Might fuck that hoe and then pretend I don't know the person I spent like nine or like ten on my last purchase I got pulled over again and I ain't even servin' Shorty acting like a kid, that's why [?] nurseries I've been tryin' to get it in, overtime on first shift All my kids look just like me, you would think I birthed 'em They wanna be just like Daddy, so it's me they worship I got lawyers on my team and I also got nurses Shorty she know she a ten like a fucking Percocet Might be in them trees, blended ‘cause [?] [Hook] Hundred thousand dollars in ones, I throw 'em Fifty thousand dollars in fives, I blow 'em Two hundred thousand dollars in tens, I do it A million dollars in hundreds, I swear I ran through 'em Say my prayers every night ‘cause I know that I sin Gotta keep that shit 100 like my nigga Ben Jamie Foxx, Willie Beamen, boy you number ten I'm in that liquor store, posted like a pack of skins Talk to 'em Quan [Verse 2] 2009, swag surfing like you Roscoe Dash 2009, all chain, boy let's pocket cash Shoot him up, leave him bleeding like a Maxi Pad Uncle Sam might need my money so I tax his ass When I was lil I had a crush on that hoe Stacey Dash I am not Illuminati, I'm a Mason, man I wear green, they salute me like I'm Major Payne If you got caught by the police, yeah, don't say my name I done cheated once again, give me a second chance I shoot up all your spots, I'm the Leopard Man Got all this gold on my neck like it's treasure, man Offshore accounts overseas, embezzlement Tryin' to assassinate me like J.F. Kennedy Pocket fat, rest in peace Heavy D Whoa whoa whoa, so so so Go go go hard on these niggas, Quan No no no, never go broke I love my niggas, I put my house up 'fore he burn She don't talk much like a Nun, gotta [?] till my children get it Tell me, what's fifty plus fifty? [Hook] Hundred thousand dollars in ones, I throw 'em Fifty thousand dollars in fives, I blow 'em Two hundred thousand dollars in tens, I do it A million dollars in hundreds, I swear I ran through 'em Say my prayers every night ‘cause I know that I sin Gotta keep that shit 100 like my nigga Ben Jamie Foxx, Willie Beamen, boy you number ten I'm in that liquor store, posted like a pack of skins Talk to 'em Quan