lirik lagu do the math! – direxta
direxta
this sh*t crazy
bag, i run up a bag
bag
hook
f*ck the fame man i run up a bag
do the math! do the math! do the math! do the math!
f*ck the fame man i run up a bag
do the math! do the math! do the math! do the math!
f*ck the fame man i run up a bag
prince taee verse
aye, f*ck all the fame, i run up a bag!
dripping in spain can’t f*ck with the swag
f*cking these b*tches, not looking at tags
pull up in that lambo, can’t f*ck with the jag
my n*gga tj he came with a pj
don’t ask for no money go f*ck on the dj
got me some pounds and i move them off ebay
lil groupies be buying i pass her to bj hold on
rich rich! playing 2k with a rich b*tch
my n*gga im taxing for this d*ck, yeah
it come with a price for this rich d*ck
my b*tches be bugging i buy hеr some gucci
i tell her im sorry and play with hеr cucci
then have b*tch come slip him a roofie
pull up with that action lets make us a movie
hold on
direxta tell that b*tch give me some nectar
shooting oops leave that boy in a stretcher
you know with the slimes play ball like fetch her
call me a dog, lil b*tch imma perro
play with my gang its on me in full metal
fly as a b*tch with gun & sombrero
play with lil taee, he go bow like a elbow
hold on
hook
f*ck the fame man i run up a bag
do the math! do the math! do the math! do the math!
f*ck the fame man i run up a bag
do the math! do the math! do the math! do the math!
f*ck the fame man i run up a bag
do the math! do the math! do the math! do the math!
f*ck the fame man i run up a bag
do the math! do the math! do the math! do the math!
f*ck the fame man i run up a bag
lil migo verse
do the math! trap house jumping like a gym
pass the ball above the rim
sellin trees like i was timbs
f*cking b*tches out the city
like thugger i count the digits play
and i just hit you fitted cap
and that n*gga just got lifted
play with the dog it’s straight to you me father
don’t even save yourself, don’t even bother
she know im ballin, she keep on just keep calling
stop with the stalking imma keep flossing
yougins and bosses, you know it called me
trap like the 80s, drippen in latest
you wanna show? you gotta pay me!
you wanna be me? stop with the hating
trap outta vacant
i don’t got label
been had money, didn’t need label
now i got 1 going up elevator
im on the rise just steady my grind
you on the shine but waisting your time
i wanna f*ck her but no she ain’t mine!
smoke me a b*tch, she get out of line
d*mn
hook
just call him direxta
f*ck the fame man i run up a bag
do the math! do the math! do the math! do the math!
f*ck the fame man i run up a bag
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