[Verse 1]
Two eights, one nine and a thirty-two
That's how many fucks I'll give to you
Twenty more, wait up, there's more in store
Six four by the bag, that's by the door
Twenty-eight plus two plus eighty more
Another eighty bags for the dirty raw
You can hold ten just like fifty
If you want a top ten for the sixty
Moving shifty
Two point nine, let me double that quickly
One ten, one nine nine for the Visa
Twelve inch blade for the big-faced geezer
'04, I was in a nice two-seater
124, put the pedal to the floor
Go and ask 12 and Jendor, neater
Five foot six but I'm still a big achiever
[Hook]
Too many lies, not enough truth
Kill yourself in the booth
Too many haters under covers
Claim they have fans, bro, let's talk number
Too many lies, not enough truth
Kill yourself in the booth
Too many haters under covers
Claim they have fans, bro, let's talk number
Too many lies, not enough truth
Kill yourself in the booth
Too many haters under covers
Claim they have fans, bro, let's talk number
Too many lies, not enough truth
Kill yourself in the booth
Too many haters under covers
Claim they have fans, bro, let's talk number
[Verse 2]
I've been doing this ting since '09
Since back when man had that old nine
140, go and ask Naughty
Got a discount cause I hollered at Shorty
Two-ten, I was back with the sequel
Two CDs deep, now we're not equal
Look, back with another one
Two-fourteen, yeah, I'm back with another one
365 plus five, that's workrate
24/7, been a don since year eight
Twenty-two, '06, '93
2010, I was counting Gs
Bredrin got locked for a thirty-three
When he comes out, he'll be like fifty-three (true story)
It's bad news but the numbers are good to me
[Hook]
Too many lies, not enough truth
Kill yourself in the booth
Too many haters under covers
Claim they have fans, bro, let's talk number
Too many lies, not enough truth
Kill yourself in the booth
Too many haters under covers
Claim they have fans, bro, let's talk number
Too many lies, not enough truth
Kill yourself in the booth
Too many haters under covers
Claim they have fans, bro, let's talk number
Too many lies, not enough truth
Kill yourself in the booth
Too many haters under covers
Claim they have fans, bro, let's talk number
[Verse 3]
Yeah, let me take you back to '98
Spray cans in my bag, I was moving bait
Five-O was so bang on my case
To the point where they even knew my face
Ten o'clock right down to the AM
I was on the curb right to the PM
Moving loose in an '06 BM
Got about three new fours in my DM
Air Force Ones one away, can't see 'em
160 for the ID, Ian
07944, let me bell him
I got 290, let me tell him
Got a new order, let me get one
Hold tight Bob in the crew from Get Some
Didn't work out so I had to forget some
Belly so full from the cake cause I ate some