Dirty Digits by The Bucks

Intro

Last winter I was broke, pissin' cold in the alley

Now the bank account swole, told 'em tally up the tally

Sloppy in the parking lot, glass with the Henny in

Lotta talk, but you still sittin' petty again

Verse 1

Sitting on about half a million, dirty like the river water

Ain't no silver spoon, just the drive from my single mother

Potholes, rust buckets, Milwaukee in my DNA

Count hundreds in my hoodie, tell the landlord I'm late

Icebox drip, beer breath, hands numb in December

You talking magic city, I got city council members

Pulled up in the bucket, but I left in the rental

Whole fit cost more than your little sentimental

Chorus

Stacked up, sittin' pretty, feet up in the city

All these lil' haters, they be lookin' so gritty

Money callin', pockets swoll', ain't shit pretty

Half a milli', yeah, fuck it, cussin' just like I'm witty

Verse 2

Half a ticket sittin', I ain't sippin' on the mission

Ain't no love for these bosses if you actin' like the snitches

Fist fights by the corner, you can pull it up and listen

Sample Marvin over trap, real soul up in the system

Ass out the window, whip it quick down Locust

Every bar cut deep, yeah you know I really wrote this

From the boiler room to brunch, I don't never go unnoticed

Gettin' dirty with the digits while I'm laughin' at your focus

Pre-Chorus

Call up Tony for the drop, let it flip before the snow

Give a fuck about a cop, I been grindin' on the low

From the pack to the plot, got it movin' for the dough

If you talkin' then you not, better move before you go

Chorus

Stacked up, sittin' pretty, feet up in the city

All these lil' haters, they be lookin' so gritty

Money callin', pockets swoll', ain't shit pretty

Half a milli', yeah, fuck it, cussin' just like I'm witty

Verse 3: Rico Tha Don

Still running up the count, every lick another blessing

Swisher guts on the rug, dirty fingers, never stressing

Section 8 steppin', got the whole hood flexin'

Fish fry on Sunday, but my paper come from texting

Talk loud, get pressed, south side, that's a lesson

Big knots, young gods, ain't no fakes in my section

Seventh Ward dreams, grandma's prayers in my necklace

Out the mud, now we up, talk your shit, send a message

Verse 4: Meech

Milwaukee born, got the east side rollin'

Still buyin' out the store, chicken box, bills foldin'

Pushed from the bottom, every struggle look golden

Shout my OGs, caught a case, never folded

Now we eatin' steak dinners, chase it with a tall beer

If you ain't from the Mill', don't talk what you hear

Trap phone ringin', got my cousin on the line

Half a million in the circle, everybody gon' shine

Chorus

Stacked up, sittin' pretty, feet up in the city

All these lil' haters, they be lookin' so gritty

Money callin', pockets swoll', ain't shit pretty

Half a milli', yeah, fuck it, cussin' just like I'm witty

Verse 5: Lil Rad

Wit' a six-pack in the fridge, I got heat in the pocket

Uncle said, "Move smart, keep your cash in the socket"

Now these folks peepin', tryin' plot on the profit

But my soul too strong, can't nobody unlock it

53212, where it's real, where it's gritty

Gold teeth, big dreams, half fake, half pretty

Scarred knuckles in the snow, made the best out the pity

Ain't a damn thing sweet, we just stackin' up quickly

Outro

Got the fam at the table, toast bread, count another night

From the gutters to the lights, now we sit above the fight

Mil-town, this the script, never tell it outta spite

Half a million in the safe, sleep solid, money right