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Zillionaire Doe - Doin Numbers Lyrics

Doin Numbers Lyrics[Verse 1: YTB Fatt]
Real smoke, don't upload that I'm comin' (Ayo, X9)
I got B's in Bompton, fuckin' a Piru bitch, she gon' say what she promised (Woo)
They play my shit in London, Gumbo P's shaped like pumpkins
You'll die if I put them loads on you
Gumbo for ten a gram, shaped liked onions (Big nuggets)

[Verse 2: Zillonaire Doe]
When it come to that bag, I do backflips
South Dallas nigga, ask Big T, get love in the Cliff
Hoop shit ain't work, I wanna be like Meech
Took that trip by myself, but everybody eat
Hundred-forty stacks for the whip, bought it 'fore I popped
I'm on Malcolm X, Foxes with me like two hundred shots
Everybody waitin' on Doe to drop like when dope drop
Nigga, you can go and ask the streets, got this shit on lock

[Verse 3: Montana 700]
Look, I can go flat today, just leave me with a scalе
Face card golden, nigga know I got the cliеntele
TSA trippin', so I sent 'em through the mail
Me and Beezy in the trenches makin' drug sales
Before I leave this shit alone, I'ma make a ticket
Still shoeboxin' all the money, make me stay consistent
Blow a nigga life today, I can't take it with me
Knowin' this nigga really half a hundred, so I paid him in fifties

[Verse 4: YTB Fatt]
I'm on Avalon where Zai died, the V 'Lac go two-twenty
They constantly askin' 'bout Cody, first day out, I gave him a Fox chain and a fifty (My brother)
Fatt Fox rookie of the year, I was eight months in, I was chillin' with Diddy
I can't tell you 'bout none of them rumors, try that gay shit with me, I'ma bust your biscuit (Bah)
V 'Lac two-twenty (What else?), Lam' truck two-fifty
If I ain't got shows, I'm makin' a shipment
Mama Fox said, "Boy, you did it"

[Verse 5: Zillonaire Doe]
Cool nigga, ask Mel or K, I still get busy
I just touched down with them packs, I'm in Queen City
We'll buy they whole farm, I'm with Baby Pound
Growers callin' growers to fill this order, guess ain't shit around
If you ain't got at least a thousand, ain't no need to do no business
Five hundred what I stashed in eight months, Mack a livin' witness
Nigga, every time I hop out, Louis monogram
In and out the trap, all you do is scroll on Instagram
Lil' Doe from the hood done grew up, but I'm the same nigga
Got the Asian dope good, numbers low, make the Z bigger

[Verse 6: Montana 700]
Thousand bags later, we been gettin' it on
I'ma do numbers with or without a microphone
Gotta do a hundred first before I change this phone
Ninety days in the trap, why would I take a loan?