Numbers don't lie

[Verse 1]
I just made a play off a call, it was two words
Heard you movin’ slow with them bags, that’s a huge curve
I don’t talk much, let the bankroll do the greetin’
VVS stones in the ring, that’s a mood beacon
Slide through the city with the bass like a trunk sale
Pockets stickin’ out like I stuffed ‘em with junk mail
Lotta cats talk ‘bout a life they ain’t really live
I’m the type to double down first before I give
Calculator on the dash, that’s my main tool
Every move’s sharp, can’t play me like a lame fool
Chain lookin’ heavy like it’s fresh out the deep freeze
Still keep the hoodie on low, that’s the street tease






[Hook]
Numbers don’t lie, I been addin’ all day
Turned a small-time hustle to a million-dollar play
I ain’t gotta talk tough, the respect already came
If you really gettin’ to it, then you know we not the same
(Count it up… count it up…) yeah, numbers don’t lie
(Count it up… count it up…) yeah, look me in my eyes






[Verse 2]
Petty lil’ flex? Nah, I’m thinkin’ on a grand scale
Every brick laid just another in the fan’s tale
Logo on the duffle like I’m sponsored by the money team
Card swipe clean, turn the crib to a sunny scene
Custom floor mats just to step in the ride proper
Wallet on sumo, pockets lookin’ like they’re sky watchers
I don’t chase trends, I’m the reason they get started
Wore last season once, then I left it cold-hearted
Ask what I charge, I’ma send you to the secretary
Weigh the risk twice, then I ship it in the February
Time money-clocked, never late, I’m a businessman
Put me in the jungle, I’ma walk out with a business plan






[Hook]
Numbers don’t lie, I been addin’ all day
Turned a small-time hustle to a million-dollar play
I ain’t gotta talk tough, the respect already came
If you really gettin’ to it, then you know we not the same
(Count it up… count it up…) yeah, numbers don’t lie
(Count it up… count it up…) yeah, look me in my eyes






[Verse 3]
I just left the lot with a tag still hangin’ off
Laughin’ to the bank while they mad and they playin’ soft
I don’t do loans, if I buy it then it’s paid for
Hunnids in the safe, rubber bands in the jade drawer
Back block quiet but the pockets still talk loud
Fans in the DM say I’m somethin’ that they not now
Woke up thinkin’ ‘bout a flip, not a fair fight
You broke talkin’ rich, that math just ain’t airtight
Hit a small town, turn the corner to a vibe spot
Every move fresh, I’ma need me a time slot
Dreams too big for a shoebox stash
So I’m out here loadin’ up the new-spot cache