Numbers - PROF, Muja Messiah, Taylor J

One in the bag.

One In the bank

One in the trunk.

One in the face

Two in the whip.

Pleading the fifth

Run up a fade.

Do what it take

One in the bag.

One In the bank

One in the trunk.

One in the face

Two in the whip.

Pleading the fifth

Run up a fade.

Do what it take

How I’m living, we don’t tell.

Without getting into too much

I can simply tell you that I’m eating well.

All these women ESL

I’m a turn up on the ale.

I think I’m a need some bail

I could never catch a feel.

Ima get drunk and grab the wheel!

Hiawatha pop off talking.

Man I think I lost control

I lost conscience, driving my Datsun, talk about rock and roll

My drip is contagious.

I’m flipping through faces

It’s called big dick energy pussy

I’m dirty and rotten, considered a scoundrel

Player 2 has entered the movie

I’ll say the shit that all of y’all just wanna say

I got one crib, two whips, two fists, focus.

I’m on my way

Ay, real talk, this year I 100% paid off all my motherfucking debt

And also I forgot to deposit a $ 25,000 check

One in the bag.

One In the bank

One in the trunk.

One in the face

Two in the whip.

Pleading the fifth

Run up a fade.

Do what it take

One in the bag.

One In the bank

One in the trunk.

One in the face

Two in the whip.

Pleading the fifth

Run up a fade.

Do what it take

(Messiah) Ima do what it take.

Move it or lose it or move out the way

Ain’t no escape.

Do what I say, or get punched in the face

That ain’t a threat.

That is a promise.

I promise you that

Stick up the pharmacy tech with a Tek.

Run up a bag, run up a check

Run in your crib, wearing a bib

Fuck around, eat everything in your fridge

Clean out your cabinets.

Hide in the attic

Jump out and scare the shit out of your bitch

Kidnap your dog, show up at your job

Smacking the shit out of you and your boss

They wanna build walls, neanderthals

But we got a ladder to get us across

The coupe got dual exhaust.

With two Glocks in my drawers

On the rooftop of the Loft.

Looking like 2Pac on the cross

I lick two shots at the law.

Bulletproof watch got it popping off

Brains looking like goulash.

40 in the toolbox

Had to bury homie in the boondocks.

Oh my god!

One in the bag.

One In the bank

One in the trunk.

One in the face

Two in the whip.

Pleading the fifth

Run up a fade.

Do what it take

One in the bag.

One In the bank

One in the trunk.

One in the face

Two in the whip.

Pleading the fifth

Run up a fade.

Do what it take

(Takeover heeey!) Got a dub in the tuck.

Spent 10 on my chain

Two pocket rockets when I’m in these lanes

Niggas be hating, but niggas be lame

Bitches know Taylor and you ain’t the same

Three bitches calling me, what is they name?

Five minutes in, they giving me brain

In the back of the six 'til 7 or 8

I keep me a 9, my money too straight

That’s profit with Prof. I went through it all

Some problems meant for the money to solve

Some niggas meant to be haters not boss

Murderap finally linked with the Paul

We crazy on stage, they throwing their bras

You throw me a front Ima run through it all

I need something done, I just make me a call

And now you just food for my dogs

Still remember the days I was broke down and bitter

Couldn’t figure nothing out, I’m like I’ll probably never get up

But in my mind, I’m like if I grind, I know l’ll get it

I gotta shine, I gotta get mine.

Fuck it I’m with it

Bought a new Benz.

Feeling like a new nigga

No new friends, mine went to school with me

Now we all good, nigga might spend the 250

What they gonna do with me?

Takeover

One in the bag.

One In the bank

One in the trunk.

One in the face

Two in the whip.

Pleading the fifth

Run up a fade.

Do what it take

One in the bag.

One In the bank

One in the trunk.

One in the face

Two in the whip.

Pleading the fifth

Run up a fade.

Do what it take