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Do The Math letra


T-This bitch not my type, but fuck it, she throwin' ass
I've been up all night, I don't sleep, and neither do the bag
I just stack it high, I don't even need to do the math
Yo' shorty wit' me want her nails done, I do it (I do it)
Big ass bag came in through the mail, son, just blew it (Just blew it)
Big ass chopstick lay yo' mans down, you know I do it (Do it)
She wanna come back 'cause I got bands now, do I look stupid? (Do I look stupid?)

(Ye-ye-yeah, yeah)
She see the Alyx on me and the money piled up
And I think that she fuck wit' it
She wanna go to the beach with me in my Rolls-Royce truck, baby, this is the Cullinan
Maison Margiela, the sneaks on me
I just got me the bag, fuck it up, and then double it
She do a split on the wood, she a lumberjack
G43 turn his ass to a running back
I'm at the top, no contest
Itchin' to find yo' partners
I'm finna send my roster, somebody better call yo' doctor
Them boys ain't friendly
She don't wan' see me up, what do you have against me?
Stackin' money with envy, take a look at my keys, big B, it's a Bentley
Switch to the widebody Cat, it's the big bitch
Thou' in my mouth, I don't go to the dentist
Peak through the scope, I hit every appendage
We talkin' money, boy, you better listen
Boy, you better get this, mask on in his house, I don't care if I get sick
I don't care who get hit, big scope on it, not a chance that he missin'
She keep sending me messages, I guess she wanna see me better, huh
She wanna be on my guest list, bring her friend, and I might just let her
Lil' bro young and reckless, this bitch want Fendi and Vetements
Eliantte, my necklace, She don't wanna see me out my element

T-This bitch not my type, but fuck it, she throwin' ass
I've been up all night, I don't sleep, and neither do the bag
I just stack it high, I don't even need to do the math
Yo' shorty wit' me want her nails done, I do it (I do it)
Big ass bag came in through the mail, son, just blew it (Just blew it)
Big ass chopstick lay yo' mans down, you know I do it (Do it)
She wanna come back 'cause I got bands now, do I look stupid? (Do I look stupid?)

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