Numbers by Logic
[Chorus:]
You already know what I been on
You know where I be at
Cause men lie, women lie
Numbers don't I see that? (Don't I see that?)
Catch me in a private jet
Like fuck it where the weed at?
And this flight attendant got the fattest ass
You know I need that
[Verse 1: Logic]
Now these bitches say they love me
But they're just obsessed with the image
Now if practice makes perfect
Then this is a scrimmage
Cause I ain't perfect
I never said I was
But now they're hating
Cause a brotha finally got some buzz
The things that I say (Say)
The places I'm seeing (Seeing)
The people I talk to
You don't know what I mean
Even matters of love
It ain't always as it seems
Yeah there's plenty in the sea
Until you hit the mainstream
The girl that I love
The one I call my honey
Now I wonder if she love me for me
Or for my fucking money
Sometimes I think about the love
That I had in the past
I truly miss it
But It just wasn't destined to last
Cause our separation
Lit a fire under my ass
And now I'm gunning for the throne
Yeah that is my task
Just a youngin' with a dream
That acquired a team
Motivated by bad bitches
And rockin supreme
Now the whole world
Wonders what's his next move
That all depends on
What I feel that I need to improve
Tell me what you think of me
I swear it doesn't matter
Just as long as I am happy
And my pocket's getting fatter
Just watch me shatter the competition
Getting madder then all of them wishing
You couldn't of done it like I done it
Bitch I run it, Ah!
Yeah you know I do it
Like it ain't never been done
Hit the Vegas strip
And blow a million euro just for fun
To be honest I may have embellished
That last line
Chillin' with a shorty
That is so much more than fine
At the penthouse poppin' bottles
Of that hundred thousand dollar wine
I got the connect
Met 'em through the grape vine
[Chorus: first four lines x2]
You know what I been on
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