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Numbers (feat. Roddy Ricch, Gunna and London On Da Track)

A Boogie wit da Hoodie

Hip-Hop/Rap

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A Boogie Wit da Hoodie - Numbers feat. Roddy Ricch, Gunna, and London On Da Track [Lyric Video]

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Roddy Ricch

Vocals

Gunna

Vocals

London On Da Track

London On Da Track

Programming

A Boogie wit da Hoodie

A Boogie wit da Hoodie

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Artist Julius Dubose

Artist Julius Dubose

Songwriter

Dylan Cleary-Krell

Dylan Cleary-Krell

Songwriter

London Holmes

Songwriter

Sergio Kitchens

Sergio Kitchens

Songwriter

Rodrick Wayne Moore, Jr.

Rodrick Wayne Moore, Jr.

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

London On Da Track

London On Da Track

Producer

DJ Riggins

Assistant Mixing Engineer

Jacob Richards

Assistant Mixing Engineer

Mike Seaberg

Assistant Mixing Engineer

Kamron Krieger

Assistant Engineer

Nathan Feler

Assistant Engineer

AJ Ruined My Record

AJ Ruined My Record

Recording Engineer

Alex Estevez

Recording Engineer

Chris Athens

Mastering Engineer

Jaycen Joshua

Mixing Engineer

Dez Wright

Producer

Alejandro Neira

Alejandro Neira

Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Chorus]

You mad, ****, your adrenaline rushin'

It feel like a bus but I'm whippin' a Wraith

Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings

Only got me feeling a way

I ain't sayin' I'm addicted, Adderall prescripted

Fuck it, 'cause I don't feel the pain

Let a **** touch my chain, fuck it, ****

Kill him, fuck it, they can take me away

[Chorus]

I got my dawgs in this bitch

I know they gon' shoot shit up

And my little brother turned into a drummer

Walked him outside, now he got the llama

I took that Maybach where the J's at

Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers

All my **** know, run up them numbers

Fuck it, run up them numbers (Yeah)

[Verse 1]

Run up them numbers

OKC, you don't want no thunder

The old Tracy McGrady, the one

OKC, you don't want no thunder, yeah

Christian the sweater

Okay, Christian Dior the sweater

The double-R came with the umbrella

When I put the hoodie on, it get realer, yeah

[Verse 2]

Put a hundred thousand in my Prada jeans

Got some little homies, got some prodigies

And I spent five hundred on Prada tees

Made it out the projects, poppin' overseas

Shorty gave me sloppy toppy on the seat

I made some calls, you can't cop the fleet

Gotta be a anti-social gangster

'Cause the feds watchin' my tweets

[Chorus]

You mad, ****, your adrenaline rushin'

It feel like a bus but I'm whippin' a Wraith

Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings

Only got me feeling a way

I ain't sayin' I'm addicted, Adderall prescripted

Fuck it, 'cause I don't feel the pain

Let a **** touch my chain, fuck it, ****

Kill him, fuck it, they can take me away

[Chorus]

I got my dawgs in this bitch

I know they gon' shoot shit up

And my little brother turned into a drummer

Walked him outside, now he got the llama

I took that Maybach where the J's at

Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers

All my **** know, run up them numbers

Fuck it, run up them numbers

[Verse 3]

Fuck it, I run up the numbers

Piped up like a plumber and sold all the bundles

I paid off the debt to your honor

I went got some commas and commas and commas (Racks)

You let it get to your head, yeah

I remember when you was a runner

I heard you got snatched by the feds, yeah

Say you willin' to tell 'em whatever

[Verse 4]

I still be killin' in projects

Even though I been runnin' them numbers up

They used to tell me I'm not next

I'm like, "Look at me now, I'm in front of them"

And I just hope you never set me up

My lifestyle too irregular

And I don't know how I'ma trust again, I swear

Audemars might fuck up your eyes, yeah

[Verse 5]

I bust down a piece of the pie, yeah

I wanna speed off in a Cayenne

I got a cup full of Hi-Tech

Have a pool party with the posse

We be the talk of the topic

These fuck **** don't know when to drop at

They won't want us ridin' in the drophead

And he mad that my bitch got a Masi'

[Chorus]

You mad, ****, your adrenaline rushin'

It feel like a bus but I'm whippin' a Wraith

Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings

Only got me feeling a way

I ain't sayin' I'm addicted, Adderall prescripted

Fuck it, 'cause I don't feel the pain

Let a **** touch my chain, fuck it, ****

Kill him, fuck it, they can take me away

[Chorus]

I got my dawgs in this bitch

I know they gon' shoot shit up

And my little brother turned into a drummer

Walked him outside, now he got the llama

I took that Maybach where the J's at

Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers

All my **** know, run up them numbers

Fuck it, run up them numbers

Written by: Artist Julius Dubose, Dylan Cleary-Krell, London Holmes, Rodrick Moore, Sergio Kitchens