YoungRichChris - Digits lyrics

[Hook] These b**hes keep on b**hin’ These n***as keep on wishin’ I cook the codinde in the kitchen I”m countin all of my chickens Man,free my n***a he locked in prison He didnt pay for the ticket But Aye aye aye aye i keep them digits,i keep them digits,i keep them Digits I keep them digits,i keep them digits, i keep them digits, i keep them Digits [Verse 1] Yeah,I keep them digits I’m counting all of my chickens I got theses hoes switchin’ And they washin my dishes The loud got me trippin’ I’m Shootin’ up theses n***as like I’m Scottie Pippin yeah like Scottie Pippin n***as tryin be in the wave Yo b**h is my slave She goin DatWay I’ve been trappin all day n***as watch what they say Got the money and the K Theses Lil n***as playing games Theses Lil n***as go insane Fake n***as tellin stories Talk about getting brain Talk about getting brain Yeah, Talk about gettin’ brain I Knew this dude he was Spanish I mean he from Spain He was on that purple rain He been to bando n***as played him like a piano He played them back like Nintendo They asked what was his name and it was Fernando I heard he been to Orlando I know a dude named Orlando Ight let just trap to bando [Hook] These b**hes keep on b**hin’ These n***as keep on wishin’ I cook the codinde in the kitchen I”m countin all of my chickens

Man,free my n***a he locked in prison He didnt pay for the ticket But i keep them digits,i keep them digits,i keep them digits I keep them digits,i keep them digits, i keep them digits, i keep them Digits [Verse 2-YRC] Ooh,I feel Like Yatchy I’m f**in’ on theses thotties n***as gettin’ missin, they loses bodies Ooh I’m whippin in my f**ing Audi I know Christmas pa**ed but I want a b**h who is naughty Not a b**h who is snotty Yeah I want her to be bad & boujee I drop a 50 in some f**ing blue chesse I pipe it up and get it missin I got b**hes kissin And they keep on switchin My a-Game on twitch Got so much money I might be rich Theses fake n***as talkin’ sh** I got vans on my feet n***as trappin to beat Man f** a seat belt Watch the f**in seat melt I ain’t no Christian but I pray before eat I keep the key to the street I keep the key to the street Yeah,I keep the key to the street I got the key to the street Wait, i keep the key to the street? [Hook] These b**hes keep on b**hin’ These n***as keep on wishin’ I cook the codinde in the kitchen I”m countin all of my chickens Man, free my n***a he locked in prison He didnt pay for the ticket But aye aye aye aye i keep them digits, i keep them digits,i keep them Digits I keep them digits,i keep them digits, i keep them digits, i keep them Digits