Lyrics Don't Look At Numbers - Tony Shhnow

Polo Boy Shawty on the track, so I am killing it
Plugg

I want it, I got it, my bitch from the tropics
I inhale exotic
I stay with the plug (Plugg), don't look at numbers, I drop it
This drank in my cup, body full of narcotics
I add it up fine with no problem
I'm triple cross, X anyone for the profit
You should work for your spot, anyone can get opted
I'm true in this game, can't nobody get swapped in (Plugg)
She said, "What's your name?"
"Where you from?" "Can I wear your chain?"
"Where your friends?" "Can I meet your gang?"
"Where your Glock?" "Can I see your flame?"
My wrist flooded like I sell cocaine
Call me halftime, but I want the whole thing
You talk too much, I'ma let that ho bang
You don't rap well but in the court, you'll sing

I wake up and go get the brick
I wake up, go get it 'fore I go to sleep
It was some days I had nothing to eat
I got some clothes that I wore for a week
I got some hoes that weren't fucking with me
Now they wanna kick it, come fuck with the team
I'm used to it, I could sell dope and sell dreams
They say it's sewed up, but that ain't what it seems (Plugg)
I gave my all and got rich with my brothers
This Glock got her name, so I tell her I love her
I put out a single and I made a double
Turn that to a triple, I know how to hustle
I get all pounds and I'm moving with muscle
I'm flexing on niggas and don't move a muscle
I want it, I got it, I came from the struggle

I want it, I got it, my bitch from the tropics
I inhale exotic
I stay with the plug (Plugg), don't look at numbers, I drop it
This drank in my cup, body full of narcotics
I add it up fine with no problem
I'm triple cross, X anyone for the profit
You should work for your spot, anyone can get opted
I'm true in this game, can't nobody get swapped in
She said, "What's your name?"
"Where you from?" "Can I wear your chain?"
"Where your friends?" "Can I meet your gang?"
"Where your Glock?" "Can I see your flame?"
My wrist flooded like I sell cocaine
Call me halftime, but I want the whole thing
You talk too much, I'ma let that ho bang
You don't rap well but in the court, you'll sing (Plugg)