Numbers On The Boards - Pusha T

Im so bossy, b*tch, get off me

Its a different jingle when you hear these car keys

Your SLs missing an S, n*gga

Your planes missing a chef

The common thing see they both got wings

If you fly, do it to death

Its only one God, and its only one crown

So its only one king that can stand on this mound

King Push, kingpin, overlord

Coast Guard come a hundred goin overboard

I got money with the best of em

Go blow for blow with any Mexican

Dont let your side b*tches settle in

Might have to headbutt your Evelyn

Ballers, I put numbers on the boards

Hard to get a handle on this double-edged sword

Whether rappin or Im rappin to a whore

Might reach back and relapse to wrappin up this raw

Givenchy fittin like its gym clothes

We really gymstars, Im like D. Rose

No D-league, Im like these clothes

88 Jordan, leaping from the free throw

Ballers, I put numbers on the boards

Ballers, I put numbers on the boards

(Motherf*ckers cant rhyme no more, bout crime no more)

Mix drug and show money, Biggs Burke on tour

Twenty-five bricks, move work like chore

Hit Delaware twice, needed twenty-five more

I see flaw, cracks in your diamond

CB4 when you rhyme, simple Simon

Come and meet the pieman, a must that I flaunt it

The legend grows legs when it comes back to haunt us

Ballers, I put numbers on the boards

Cant a b*tch live and say I bought her Michael Kors?

Every car driven was decided by the horse

Keep the sticker in the window case you wonder what it cost

How could you relate when you aint never been great?

And rely on rap money to keep food up on your plates, n*gga?

I might sell a brick on my birthday

Thirty-six years of doing dirt like its Earth Day, God

Ballers, I put numbers on the boards