Lyrics:
Look at my wrist
Look at, look at
My wrist
Equivalent to ten bricks
Ten bricks to the fish
Look at my wrist, it's two-hundred thou'
That mean
Valet parked her outside
Hundred chips, hundred dimes
Stunna man I'm the dime
You ain't did what I did ya dig
You ain't feed the project ya dig
You
the whole club fuckin' wasted
Every time I drive by, I'm the only thing you're playin'
In a drop top, doin' hundred, y'all in my rear view mirror racin'
In
eight hoes
Nine piece that's dinner rolls
Wild freaks, that centrefold
Hundred on my shine
You don't like it fine
Got ya bitch tip-toeing like
better by far to be young at heart
And if you should survive to a hundred and five
Look at all you'll derive out of bein' alive
And here is the best part,
wait-we just wanna make you go psycho (go psycho)
Put a hundred thousand dollars in a Bible (woo)
I took the game with my eyes closed
Last verse was
in my feelings
Codeine got me in my feelings
I'm high now
Gotta go, gotta roll by the projects
Drop the pack, feed the hood, livin' lawless
Tax
nigga, me too"
what the fuck, I'm callin' your bluff, niggas act like they stopped
makin' guns after they made yours
I'm sponsored by the NRA, DOA rules
on probation
I'ma give her two scratches
She's a fuckin' good woman, I'ma give her a life
I'ma walk by shinin' with a bitch
Aye, say I had enough in my life
dinner rolls
Wild freaks, that centrefold
Hundred on my shine
You don't like it fine
Got ya bitch tip-toeing like Gregory Hines
Cashing out with that nina
forever in my D-Boy ways
So dope, blue jeans, new J's
Sold dope by any means all day
Been winning so many years
And the future is bright
Now it's
with my madam and a fat blunt
I dump the ashes in an empty cup of grape fruit punch
I'm having fun, prima donna
Sellin’ pills and chron’
I need it by
on probation
I'ma give her two scratches
She's a fuckin' good woman, I'ma give her a life
I'ma walk by shinin' with a bitch
Aye, say I had enough in my life
eight hoes
Nine piece that's dinner rolls
Wild freaks, that centrefold
Hundred on my shine
You don't like it fine
Got ya bitch tip-toeing like
work, work, I got it
Work, work, work, I got it (Montana)
I got it, I got it
You know we loaded with them choppers by the hundred, boy
When you talk
dem bands
Catch some diamonds in your face, if you look over he ain't glance
100 racks in all hundreds, tryna stuff em in my pants
I'ma make a movie
the club poppin', Ima burn a hundred grams
Check the parking lot pimpin', whip cost a hundred grand
I'm in love with shades, I got a thousand pairs
So
better by far to be young at heart
And if you should survive to a hundred and five
Look at all you'll derive out of bein' alive
And here is the best part,
are
It's much better by far to be young at heart
And if you should survive to a hundred and five
Look at all you'll derive out of bein' alive
go
Bringin' you back again, hurtin' more and more.
Maybe it's my mistake to show this love I feel inside
'Cause each day that passes by
You got
up some vibes workin' on my tan
Another show, another two hundred grand stuffed in the safe
There ain't no comparison to my watch and the one you
Fat fly nigga, real drink sipper
Hundred thou' in Vegas with a hundred bad bitches
Stars in the Wraith, you can see the Big Dipper
Ice in my face,
always get tripped by a van (skrrt)
I pop in my mama, my bitch, and even my baby mama whip a sedan
I just paid some bands with five-hundred grand, I'm
Be careful with who you call a God
I can't go without my pole and my rod
Sip the cup and then I nod
Made a hundred million, must be good at my job
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