Do Numbers - Intellectual

[Intro: BossMan Dlow]

Dlow

Mhm, mhm (Ddot cold as a motherfucker)

That type of shit, every type of shit

Look, look

I fell in love with Benjamin Franklins

And I smoked the best loud, turned it down and spanked it (Spanked it)

I could give two fucks, 'cause I'm a medical patient

And my pockets enormous, did your pockets 'lil angry

I remember all the robberies, and home invasions

You don't know about the sacrifice, the risk we taking

Bitches looking for a come up, and these poor niggas hate me

Raiders tryna R.I.C.O. Act, talking 'bout gang affiliation

One thing 'bout it, it don't cost nothing to keep it 100

Two things for sure, I get money, phone do numbers

Gotta get out here, go up top or fall under

Fall under me no crackers change the name to all numbers

We all humble, then I'll show out on you all summer

Ya'll all runners, I touch down, ya'll ball punters

We get all buckets, no lacking we all clutching

These bitches love me, watch your bitch, she might fuck me

BossMan Dlow, might not like them but gon' respect 'em

In his own lane, he ran it up, they can't catch him

Your power eyes would rather fuck with me, 'cause I'll bless 'em

These niggas know not to fuck with me, 'cause I'll stretch 'em

I'm on a 1738, for Wap, mean Fetty

Pants saggin', draws showin', pockets big, jeans heavy

Can't help it, don't watch me, watch where ya headed

If you lay 'em down, roll out the way bitch I'm steppin'

Trap jump and take a loss, bounce back basketball (basketball)

Dirty pot, straight drop, stepped on, ass and tall

Spin a benz, what you think? Them niggas coming after y'all

Only time I ever beef with you is the cash involved

Fuckin' with my family, hunt you down like a rabid dog

Told them fuck niggas to keep hatin', I ain't even mad at y'all

Nigga this a Trap-A-Thon

Coupe like the Cartel, gang like the marathon

Nigga this a Trap-A-Thon

Coupe like the Cartel, gang like the marathon

Nigga this a Trap-A-Thon

Coupe like the Cartel, gang like the marathon