Wale – Mathematics Lyrics

Mathematics by Wale
Album : Shine
Released : 2017
Genre : Rap & Hip-Hop
Label : MMG/Atlantic

Let’s fuck this jawn up
It’s simple mathematics
100, 50, None
Blue moon
Hey, look

Keep this shit 100 with the squad
Playing at 50 with hoes
And I got nothing for anyone fronting
It’s simple we stick to the code
Keep it 100 with squad
Playing at 50 with hoes
And I got nothing for anyone fronting
It’s simple we stick to the code

Made me a grip off a show
Take me some bitches and go
Olivier made the jeans
Coco Chanel made the coat
Playboy I always been ready
Skinny but always been heavy
Gave away all my old bitches
Gave away all my Giuseppe’s
Keep it 100 with Ross
Keep it 100 with Meek
Keep me a number to call
Had that shit like the 300 movie
I get that love in DC
Show love or be humbled in peace
Grown up didn’t jugg in the streets
Still I got just what the customer’s need

Keep this shit 100 with the squad
Playing at 50 with hoes
And I got nothing for anyone fronting
It’s simple we stick to the code
Keep it 100 with squad
Playing at 50 with hoes
And I got nothing for anyone fronting
It’s simple we stick to the code

Baby, I been on the road
Lately been fellin’ so bored
I put trust in a fuck nigga once and now he don’t make decisions no more
That’s why I stick to the code
Niggas ain’t shit with that flow
I’m highly respected ’cause me and
No Credit be here until six in the mo’
I got some niggas that’s gone’ , yeah
I got some niggas that’s gone , yeah
I got some niggas that live in the sky and some here butdon’t feel ’em no more
And used to cut niggas off
I guess it’s the price of a boss
Stressin’ all night and now I got my shit tight, got more bags tight and ’em swipin’ ass broads

Keep this shit 100 with the squad
Playing at 50 with hoes
And I got nothing for anyone fronting
It’s simple we stick to the code
Keep it 100 with squad
Playing at 50 with hoes
And I got nothing for anyone fronting
It’s simple we stick to the code

Catch me a flight, go abroad (Yeah)
Catch em a flight with your broad (Mmm)
Not even my type but need somethin’ that nice so I bet you might skype with that broad
Sometimes I be trifling y’all
Sometimes I enlighten with thought
I guess I’m a typa swing pimpin’ like Can[??] when I’m writin’ these songs
Keep it a hunnid with squad
Keepin’ it fifty with hoes
Need me like thirty to walk through
Need me like 60 a show, fuck it
Need me like 80 a show (Damn)
Fuck it, a hunnid a show
Need me that money when jefe pull up or call
Fuck it, don’t hit me no more (Don’t hit me, don’t)
Keepin’ a hunnid with squad
And my moons right under my guard
Chasin’ his monies and loan
Ain’t been prayin’ as much and I’m sorry
We in a jungle from now
When you rich, they gon’ fuck with you now
Uncle Sam in them pockets, my partner just [??] sold [??] might give me a pound, yeah

Keep this shit 100 with the squad
Playing at 50 with hoes
And I got nothing for anyone fronting
It’s simple we stick to the code
Keep it 100 with squad
Playing at 50 with hoes
And I got nothing for anyone fronting
It’s simple we stick to the code
Keep this shit 100 with the squad
Playing at 50 with hoes
And I got nothing for anyone fronting
It’s simple we stick to the code
Keep it 100 with squad
Playing at 50 with hoes
And I got nothing for anyone fronting
It’s simple we stick to the code
Keep it a 100 with squad

○  Wale – Shine (Album 2017)
1. Thank God
2. Running Back feat. Lil Wayne
3. Scarface Rozay Gotti
4. My Love feat. Major Lazer, Wizkid & Dua Lipa
5. Fashion Week feat. G-Eazy
6. Colombia Heights (Te Llamo) feat. J. Balvin
7. CC White
8. Mathematics
9. Fish ‘N Grits feat. Travis Scott
10. Fine Girl feat. Davido & Olamide
11. Heaven On Earth feat. Chris Brown
12. My PYT feat. Sam Sneak
13. DNA
14. Smile feat. Phil Ade & Zyla Moon

○ Listen to ” Wale ” Songs

● ” Lotus Flower Bomb ”

[ Quotable ]
Flowerbomb, let me guess your favorite fragrance
And you got that bomb, huh, I’m tryna detonate you
No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile
Try to keep my spirits up, that’s why I lays it down
Try to keep your spirits up, lil vodka whatever
Took you forever to get dressed, I acknowledge your effort
So I clap for her, she deserves an applause
Shawty working so hard, she deserve that Vuitton
Shawty where your baton, racing through my mind like
She heard that I got that work, I heard that she been on strike
Care to tell, I read your mind, she been on them dollars first
Caramel macchiatos when shawty get into work
I can be your boyfriend be your nigga or a friend with perks
I’m just tryna work that huh, they just tryna work your nerves
I’m just tryna read your mind, I’m just tryna feed you mine
I’m just tryna give you light, they just tryna leave you blind

● ” Matrimony ”

[ Quotable ]
Look, I’ll admit it, albeit pathetic
That I’m in my late 20s, still never been to a wedding
Guess the idea of that lobby empty do not sit with me well
It’s not your fault they try get me cause I’mma need the sales
Cause I’m selfish, and I need you to myself
Tryna see you afloat, but don’t wanna see you excel
Cause I failed and see you ’bout to cry
Cause when I enter they city they leave without they pride
I’m sorry, and you starin’ at my comments
Fearin’ it’s gone always be you sharin’ me with all them
Wrong, how dare I say ignore them?
Preparing for that day I leave you here and switch you for them
It’s hard, you know temptation and all
Bitches out here tryna see if my relationship’s strong
Get a place in the charts or runaway from your heart
Gave this music my all, nothing is sacred no more – I’m wrong

● ” That Way ”

[ Quotable ]
Got on my suede shoes, I’m in a great mood
Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta St. Louis
Know she shining bright, got on my cartier
She my Billie Jean we menage with Mary Jane
See we city hop, Vegas to LA
Brings alotta joy Buggati boy thats lane to lane
Our faucets used to drip, I used to ride the bench
But it was written in cursive for this king to exist
Packed her bags now she live amongst entrepreneurs
Marc Jacob the makeup she Givenchy consumer
Gianni Versaci connoisseur a carnivore
Accountable for a half a million unaccounted for… boy

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