"3 Calculators" lyrics
"3 Calculators"
My seat back, blunt lit, and I'm touchin' screens
Workin' three calculators in a six-speed
When it comes to these numbers, I got OCD
She probably walked out on you, but nigga, not me
I sit her down and give her game and she follow lead
Every ex-bitch I had still callin' me
I got a separate jack for that, you can't just call me
I still push the AMG from A to B
When your money up, you can't put nothin' past em
When your mind right, it's not a lot you can't handle
I'm still peepin' how they move when I'm not around
I still keep my head up when I'm feelin' down
Watch 'em play the whole role for the life style
Count another bankroll with the top down
Gotta play your cards right, keep your options open
You don't gotta ask much, the actions'll show you
I be out eatin' lunch, but packin' a forty
I swear this hard work done got me immaculate trophies
I just move how I move when it's time to go
Couple mill put away 'cause you never know
Is the bitch one hunnid? Man, you never know
What I'm pullin' out next, man, you never know
My mindset never change, nigga, rich or broke
Elevation at it's finest, I'm givin' 'em hope (Aye)
My seat back, blunt lit, and I'm touchin' screens
Workin' three calculators in a six-speed
When it comes to these numbers, I got OCD
She probably walked out on you, but nigga, not me
I sit her down and give her game and she follow lead
Every ex-bitch I had still callin' me
I got a separate jack for that, you can't just call me
I still push the AMG from A to B
I-I wake up early in the morning and grab my calculator
Calculated risk, no assist, just him
Workin' three calculators in a six-speed
Writer(s): Hidefumi Toki, Larry Eugene Hendricks Iii, Leon Ndugu Chancler, Shimon Nolfo
- AZLyrics
- L
- Larry June Lyrics
album:
"Who Coppin" (2026)
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