Mathematics (feat. Mamba Cinco)

Bridge - Mamba Cinco

When it come to the vibes got it mastered

Walk in the booth and make magic

Drip in Dior, bitch its fashion

Its levels they not on my bracket

I don’t fuck wit bitches that’s average

I count the money mathematics

Run up on me ima blast

Got the drop, they start blinking like hazards

Hook 1x - Mamba Cinco

Keep that fire **** goin out badly

Im in a trap off an addy

Im tryna boo wit a baddie

Brodie he wit me he savage

Bitch i fein for that cash, ima addict

Im the type go make it happen

Im in the trenches wit trappers

I fill the V up wit clappers

Get the drum, we start marching like madness

Verse 1, T2

Hello, good morning

My Dick in ya mouth while you yawning.

And i need me a bitch that’s not boring.

Wit a pussy on leak, that be pouring.

And i give her them racks cuz i got it.

And I’m him in the city I’m poppin Uhh What’s poppin?

Waddup now? And I glow everyday like a bussdown uhh

You know wassup if you run down.

Put 6 on ya head like a touchdown uhh.

You talkin that drip, **** stop that.

My closet is where you should shop at uhh.

I be counting the money mathematics.

It’s levels y’all not in my bracket.

Be fuckin ya bitch its a habit.

You run up on me and i blast it.

Hook 1x

Keep that fire **** goin out badly

Im in a trap off an addy

Im tryna boo wit a baddie

Brodie he wit me he savage.

Bitch i fein for that cash, ima addict.

Im the type go make it happen.

Im in the trenches wit trappers.

I fill the V up wit clappers.

Get the drum, we start marching like madness.

Verse 2 - T1

I had to go get me some racks

These **** they giving me dap

These bitches they giving me sex

She had me blocked I ain’t check

I got hoes I ain’t never been pressed

Tom Ford I spray when I’m dressed

I spent racks on cologne i confess

My paper was short

Now it’s longer

I got the money and power I’m stronger

Need me some land like a farmer

Glock 19

Keep it on me for for armor

Prices went up like Uzi

I did a show and I seen I had groupies

Twin really him and you know that

Bitch I got racks and I ain’t scared to throw that