Yo Gotti feat. Rick Ross teenage numbers

Plug talk money, money talk plug,
Teenage numbers when we speak about drugs
15, 16, 17 fine,
18, 19, 20 too high.
My plug talk money, my money talk plug
Teenage numbers when we speak about drugs,
15, 16, 17 fine,
18, 19, 20 too high.
Cocaine dreams, sky is the limit,
You can make a lot of money or you can do a large sentence
My plug dont speak english he can barely say a sentence,
All he know is numbers, charge me nothing close to twenty
Sixteen flat, front me one time,
Call it statutory rape when he charging Kobe
Bryant,
I'm trying to profit eight like that nigga in his prime,
I'm shooting to L.A. to get my work everytime,
All I gotta say, I'm cool like Dre,
I'm boss like rick from M.I.A.
Yo Gotti!
Nigga say had keys for the fifteen, only thing gotta cop more than fifteen
I fell in love with Fendi as an adolescent,
Now it's Aston Martin money in my momma mattress,
Copped me a Caprice, i shatted on them Daytons,
Gotti got the cuddy but his stuntin so contagious,
Dont speak about my plug, my plug barely speak,?????? I keep putting teenagers on the street,
We ballin in the club, poppin bottles as we speak,
Multiple M's in my bank account, my money on the streets,
I'm pourin money in it, 'til we got in tennessee,
I count it when I want it cos my niggas never steal from me, (loyal)
Keys in the ignition, keys in the kitchen,
Large revenue, residue seen on the dishes,
Profit mandatory, maintaining the lifestyle,
My pedicure large, two attorneys for the trial,
She sell a lot of ass, I got a lot of cash,
Four louis carry-ons, hit the helicopter pad
A thousand and eight grams,
Divided by four,
Two-hundred fifty-two,
Multiply it by four,
Thats 16 racks, I'm panning at the max,
Seventeen-five cause I gotta get some tax,
Teenage white girl, but if I say she black,
You know we talkin code, that mean that bitch ain't comin back,
My plug dont speak english, write down everything you say,
But I dont give a fuck cause I only want the yay,
I'm cocaine crazy, think I'm goin insane,
15, 16, 17, keep running through my brain,
I front a couple bricks, however you want to play it,
When I'm with that tab, you know you walking dead,
Dead man walking, I can see obituary,
We enjoy the money, but the dope game scary,
Bitches turn into enemies, friends turn into snitches,
The cars draw attention, and the money fuck with bitches