[{"id":23753641,"name":"Numbers (feat. Meet Sims)","trackName":"Numbers (feat. Meet Sims)","artistName":"Chinx","albumName":"CR5","duration":240.256871,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I got 25 lighters on the dresser, I got 45 bricks on the road\nI got 40 Glock 9s, come and test us, I got 25 niggas on parole\nI got 21 bitches in my living room, I got 24 ounces in my cup\nI got 3 different banks stacking up the dough, I got 12 young niggas down to bust\nNumbers, numbers, numbers, numbers\nAll we do is numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers\nAll we do is numbers\n\nThis I came up off the steps with it\nI advise em not to mess with it\n40 cal, he hit your chest with it\nFuck around and leave a mess with it\nSend a couple through your Mets fitted\nLimbs loose, I hope your vest fit it\nRiding drunk, caught a DUI\nLocking niggas up, I prey they free my guys\nFree my nigga Dada you know he the fire\nGot em sitting up for the homicide\n\nTossing money at the damn pole\nNigga got it out the bando\nStacking paper's all you need to know\nNigga we be stacking up\n\nRiding dirty, got the forty on me\nFuck nigga tryna spoil it for me\nFeds, nigga tryna call em on me\nGlass house, got your shawty on me\nPussy nigga, you's a joke\nAlways talking money, you ain't never seen it\nStacking numbers, I'mma pull up in a foreign\nNigga bet them niggas seen it\nPull that Porsche up when I ride\nGot some pills on me, got bills on me\nI stack the paper sky high\nI be bossed up till I die\nOn your block in all of my chains\nYou gone take something, nah-nah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Numbers (feat. Meet Sims)\n  artist: Chinx\n  album: CR5\n  duration_ms: 240257\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I got 25 lighters on the dresser, I got 45 bricks on the road\n  I got 40 Glock 9s, come and test us, I got 25 niggas on parole\n  I got 21 bitches in my living room, I got 24 ounces in my cup\n  I got 3 different banks stacking up the dough, I got 12 young niggas down to bust\n  Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers\n  All we do is numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers\n  All we do is numbers\n\n  This I came up off the steps with it\n  I advise em not to mess with it\n  40 cal, he hit your chest with it\n  Fuck around and leave a mess with it\n  Send a couple through your Mets fitted\n  Limbs loose, I hope your vest fit it\n  Riding drunk, caught a DUI\n  Locking niggas up, I prey they free my guys\n  Free my nigga Dada you know he the fire\n  Got em sitting up for the homicide\n\n  Tossing money at the damn pole\n  Nigga got it out the bando\n  Stacking paper's all you need to know\n  Nigga we be stacking up\n\n  Riding dirty, got the forty on me\n  Fuck nigga tryna spoil it for me\n  Feds, nigga tryna call em on me\n  Glass house, got your shawty on me\n  Pussy nigga, you's a joke\n  Always talking money, you ain't never seen it\n  Stacking numbers, I'mma pull up in a foreign\n  Nigga bet them niggas seen it\n  Pull that Porsche up when I ride\n  Got some pills on me, got bills on me\n  I stack the paper sky high\n  I be bossed up till I die\n  On your block in all of my chains\n  You gone take something, nah-nah\n"}]