$olito - Numb Lyrics

Money, I'm too numb
Aye
All I know is
Aye
All I know is get this money
I'm too numb, I can't feel nothing
Bitch I know I might not make it
F*ck it, I just need the payment
Get this guap by any means hoe
I want cheddar, yeah, that cheese though
I want Bentleys and Ferraris
Just so I can feel the speed, woah
We can't hang if you ain't widdit
We move bricks and we get digits
F*ck on hoes go bout my business
I got blood on my Raf Simmons
We got racks on racks, no kidding
But I still can't feel a thing though
That's no cap, no yap, you trippin'
I be smokin on that big dope
Aye
Bitch you know I got that pack
Pull up I'm breaking her back
They be like, "whats in the bag"?
Benjamin, Benjamins, woah
I want the hunnids, no lower
Bitch it's like money galore
Hoe you know that I be flexin'
I want that Glocky no Wesson
Baby, you know that you're tempting
Woah, Woah
I get that money no blue cheese
Bitch on my dick, that's my groupie
Can't love these hoes cuz they choosy
Woah
I'm too numb now, roll up another one
I'm finna run it up, I give no f*ck now
Stuck in the traffic, I'm way too damn faded
I'm falling asleep... Racks in my pocket
Dont know how I got it, but I get that green
Aye
Money hungry, I'on need food
Paper chase like a damn fool
Get this money bitch, I got to
Got to
Got to
Chose up, picked the money route
But you froze up, this shit funny now
Bitch my life changed, I get money now
Money
I'm too numb I can't feel nothing
Bitch, I know I might not make it
F*ck it, I just need the payment
Guap by any means hoe
I want cheddar, yeah, that cheese though
I want
And Ferraris just so I can feel the
All I know is get this money
I'm too numb, I can't feel nothing
Bitch I know I might not make it
F*ck it, I just need the payment
Get this guap by any means hoe
I want cheddar, yeah, that cheese though
I want Bentleys and Ferraris
Just so I can feel the speed, woah
We can't hang if you ain't widdit
We move bricks and we get digits
F*ck on hoes go bout my business
I got blood on my Raf Simmons
We got racks on racks, no kidding
But I still can't feel a thing though
That's no cap, no yap, you trippin'
I be smokin on that big dope
I be smokin' out the pound
I'm way too turnt, can't turn it down
It's too much drip, hope I don't drown
Can't hear you, my blunt way too loud
Aye
Work touchdown now I'm feelin' good
They say that I'm misunderstood
I'm way too in love with the drugs
If I could go back then I would
If I could go back then I would yea
If I could go back then I would