Rick Ross - Teenage Numbers lyrics

[Hook: Yo Gotti] Plug talk money, money talk plug Teenage numbers when we speak about d** 15, 16, 17 fine 18, 19, 20 too high My plug talk money, my money talk plug Teenage numbers when we speak about d** 15, 16, 17 fine 18, 19, 20 too high [Verse 1: Yo Gotti] 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 n***a 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! n***a say had keys for the fifteen, only thing gotta cop more than fifteen [Hook] [Verse 2: Rick Ross] 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 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 n***as 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 a**, I got a lot of cash Four louis carry-ons, hit the helicopter pad [Hook] [Verse 3: Yo Gotti] 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 b**h ain't comin back My plug dont speak english, write down everything you say But I dont give a f** cause I only want the yay I'm c**aine 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 b**hes turn into enemies, friends turn into snitches The cars draw attention, and the money f** with b**hes [Hook]