KA$HDAMI - Figures lyrics

[Intro] Grrah-boaw-boaw-boaw Bee, fah, fah [Verse] Made a opp disappear, ni**a, like a genie Your b*tch givin' head, like a beanie He cap for the net 'cause he won't come see me I'm signed to the streets, I ain't signing no treatie And I'm movin' these packs like a motherfu*kin' widget And I'm spinnin' his block like a motherfu*kin' fidget You rock hand me down, ni**a, my sh*t fitted I ain't goin' for nothin', yo' whole block get it Don't go back there, boy, yo' thot in the back I came up off a play and I ain't goin' back Boy, you ni**as ain't gang, ain't no flag on your back I'm fu*kin' this b*tch and I'm pulling her tracks If he keep talkin' sh*t, I'ma send him his b*tch, traps Me and my gang got big straps Said he bettеr than me, I don't get that And yo' man just died, gеt your lick back You needa get your lick back, ni**a I'm in New York and I'm countin' up figures Hundreds and fifty's look good in my pictures These ni**as want beef with me just 'cause I'm richer Lil' Dami going up I ain't lovin' these hoes, they gon' fu*k up my trust Gettin' this money a must If my bro throw the oop, I'ma run that sh*t up [Outro] Made a opp disappear, ni**a, like a genie Your b*tch givin' head, like a beanie He cap for the net 'cause he won't come see me I'm signed to the streets, I ain't signing no treatie And I'm movin' these packs like a motherfu*kin' widget And I'm spinnin' his block like a motherfu*kin' fidget You rock hand me down, ni**a, my sh*t fitted I ain't goin' for nothin', yo' whole block get it Don't go back there, boy, yo' thot in the back I came up off a play and I ain't goin' back Boy, you ni**as ain't gang, ain't no flag on your back I'm fu*kin' this b*tch and I'm pulling her tracks If he keep talkin' sh*t, I'ma send him his b*tch, traps Me and my gang got big straps Said he better than me, I don't get that And yo' man just died, get your lick back You needa get your lick back, ni**a I'm in New York and I'm countin' up figures Hundreds and fifty's look good in my pictures These ni**as want beef with me just 'cause I'm richer Lil' Dami going up I ain't lovin' these hoes, they gon' fu*k up my trust Gettin' this money a must If my bro throw the oop, I'ma run that sh*t up (Gang)