[Chorus: Skippa Da Flippa]

I trap the bags and then, I count up 'digits'

That's Carlos, sendin' bales of 'midget' (Carlos!)

Sendin' 10 'bricks', I'ma chop 'em, like a ninja

My hands is my calculator; I'm countin' up 'digits'

We got the low 'ticket'-

We wrap 'em up and ship 'em

I'm swimmin' wit' the pigeons

--End up flyin' wit' the fishes

[Verse 1: Skippa Da Flippa]

Digits-

I got 'em from trappin' the chickens

Copped the R8; that bitch came with soaked in suspension

It's easy to mention; smashed yo' bitch, she was hittin'

"Damn Flip, how you got so many fishes?"

"You'nt even be goin' fishin'..."

J's run home, when I pitch the 8 ball

No Cal Ripken

My main runnner look like Serena, but she don't play tennis

The plug keep sendin' me 'midget'; we wrap it, drop it in Philly

No Swishers, put a 3.5 in a Philly

(Dat really my city)

[Chorus: Skippa Da Flippa]

I trap the bags and then, I count up 'digits'

That's Carlos, sendin' bales of 'midget' (Carlos!)

Sendin' 10 'bricks', I'ma chop 'em, like a ninja

My hands is my calculator; I'm countin' up 'digits'

We got the low 'ticket'-

We wrap 'em up and ship 'em

I'm swimmin' wit' the pigeons

--End up flyin' wit' the fishes

[Verse 2: Peewee Longway]

Carlos sendin' in a 100 bales of midget

I'm breakin 'em down in the kitchen wit' the pigeon

Bricks on the scale and the bales on the benches

"Them trenches, them trenches, them trenches"

Trappin' wit' Skippa, so you know, we flippin'

Lil' bitty bitch! And we thumbin' through Benj'ys

Shit'll get 'digital', quicker 'round here

Lil' bitty nigga, be comin' up missin'

You get the picture? I'm fuckin' wit' digits

You still my nigga-- you never get bigger

I still put that pistol on any young nigga

Watch all these bitches, just 'cry me a river'

Digit-digit-digit-digit

Carlos and Hector, keep sendin' in 'midgets'

I still got them pints of lean, stuffed in the 'frigder

Jumpin' Nike, how we fuckin' wit' digits

(Longway)

[Chorus: Skippa Da Flippa]

I trap the bags and then, I count up 'digits'

That's Carlos, sendin' bales of 'midget' (Carlos!)

Sendin' 10 'bricks', I'ma chop 'em, like a ninja

My hands is my calculator; I'm countin' up 'digits'

We got the low 'ticket'-

We wrap 'em up and ship 'em

I'm swimmin' wit' the pigeons

--End up flyin' wit' the fishes