Digits Songtext
von Saafir

How y′all doin out there?
(We doin fine)
How you feelin?
(We doin cool)
How you doin?
(We feelin fine right now, just goin down)

Chasin this loot ain't nothin nice
What you need to do is sit back and let the loot chase you

And that′s f'real
So I done brought my folks
Who is he?
(What's his name?)
His name is Cut Throat, hold on, hold on
He gon′ speak on this money situation that we havin
But it′s all good, let him do his thang

On this Johnny Quest for ends, my friends are close to none
Ask me who do I trust, maybe my mom and both my sons
Hopin the rest are all real, oh Jesus for heaven's sake
Don′t wanna spend my whole life, escapin the ways of the fake


Stay high to make the time pass by, you wonder why?
Crossin my fingers twice, wishin that I could just fly
Metropolitan ghetto, got us scrabblin throughout the pocket

Stress booby trappin, detonatin like skyrockets
Millennium gettin closer, I hustle like I'm supposed to
Shakin hands with my left, but keepin my right one on the toaster
The governor wanna smoke with choke chains around our throat
No new taxes for the rich, life′s a bitch clouded with smoke

I shake the dice and plan the kiss and hope they friendly tonight
For these cats they wanna bend me and send me into the light
I'm watchin all my people live a white Maybelline life
I sit back and suck it up, pushin my cam in the night
I got no tint, got no rims, got the all stock beat
One time to my people pushin packages, escape the heat
Tryin to get down South so they can double they G′s

Puff they trees and break they, big face Bentley's

Dear God I'm beggin please, lend me your remedy
Place it in my dreams while I catch them Z′s and count sheep

For hell is houndin me, pushin me to my limit
Chasin the car I can′t catch, carryin my six digits


I wanna live it up too, I wanna bubble with the rest
Lounge lizard with no stress on a sand beach with no vest
V-12 with the wood grain, and the leather armrest
But we in the hood mayne, with the Super Sports and Zeniths
No R&R, it's ghetto stars, hustle or starve
Alias name for this chase I′m in, who's to blame
Is it the government or my family that damage my brain?
All I know with this time left, I got some money to gain

I remember, when I was happy with a fresh pair of Jordan′s
Now I wanna watch Rocky on the big screen and drink sake
Listen, you love big paper? I love it too
But while the rest fall like timber
We gon' relax ′til it fall through

My six (six) digits (digits)

For too long been lookin like six (six) midgets (midgets)
With aches and pains but, paper chasin game and
Maintainin my aim keeps me swimmin in ambition
Keep a nigga, at attention
See, the Lord I keep thankin, I keep thankin
For keepin my fingerprints, indented, in Ben Franklins
I been stankin, I'm funky, but funky don't mean shit

Without your money green clip

It′s funny how I seen this shit fuck up family and clips
Keep, niggas, like me a free agent with double hustles for each figure
In the mental to handle it all, from everything you hand me ho
To bustin rhymes on cameos, that′s saucy, but not flammy though
I stay down low, I never graduated from a few pounds of blow
But I still flow, can't stop, won′t stop
I'm juiced, stay thirsty, without the Gatorade label

Sellin teddy bears and renegade cable
I′m a hustler to the fullest, career criminal in a universal way
I pull it, six digits, at number one with a bullet

Fulfill my needs
I got a bag of weed to get me high
Though the road is tough
It's bad enough to get me by
Fulfill my needs
I got a bag of weed to get me high
Though the road is tough
It′s bad enough to get me by
Fulfill my needs
I got a bag of weed to get me high