Lyrics:
Dj khaled, we're the best, nigga we're the best man
Whoo we nikka (listen)
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really
Dollars and Dro
Dollars And Dro
Dollars and Dro
Man That's all that I know
Dollar and Dro
Dollars and Dro
Think I might lose my mind if my money
Jeezy]
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good
money just to grieve
I been thinking bout the hundreds burying the money deep
Duffle bags getting stranded
In the middle of the land and
Ain' nobody gone
that you can say...)
(“Yeah well, useless as I am at least I can move that from there to there”)
I want a hundred million dollars
A house in New York
Dj khaled, we're the best, nigga we're the best man
Whoo we nikka (listen)
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really
I'm recordin' (hey), don't hang up
And I'm sober as fuck
Gucci, Louis, Fendi, bitch, I'm all about a bag (bag)
I just spent sixteen hundred dollars
the Dollar Tree, now a nigga playin' with them Benji's
Bought my li'l bitch a blue Birkin bag, now she say she want a Fendi
From the bottom nigga, but I got it
boy toe tag
If they wanna sneak diss, I gotta grab my pole, man
A.R. with a hundred round drum, I can't wait to blow that
Heard that little boy just got
regrets, I can't complain my life is great
I just woke up today made a hundred thousand dollar play
I sold 'em, ran them bags before an hour hit
So many
Go by the name of Weezy F and
I'm walkin' out the Bally store with ten bags
Fly as a motherfucker girlie on my staple
Cause her friend say I'm
know what they gone Say
Fifty six hundred dollar bags
Try make your big homie mad
My bitch from tropic-an
They aint gone believe they seen Me like
But yuh see some man seh dat dem fi run di business
A Wha a gwaan mon? Yo!
Dem a talk bout more fire, mi a talk bout more prayer
We pray for water
, what can I say? (What?)
Big body, 100 thousand dollar car
I pull up in new one, every day
Man, what can I say?
I'm getting too much cake 'fore I save
I'm breaking legs, ribs
Hundred dollar bills
I'm breaking arms, necks
Hundred dollar bills
(La musica de Harry Fraud)
You can't let the left nor
need a hundred dollar bill photocopy the email and copy
Man I'm going hard all season these hoes goin' both ways, offense, defense
Livin' life
people think I'm crazy
But Gucci Mane really love all that shit ?
Hundred ? a day shit, hundred dollar blind shit
You can wear my shoes ?
Millions
the devil cookin?!
Man you don't even know what
I'll do for a dollar
Push a nigga mama off the roof for a dollar
Hop out the bushes with the tek for a dollar
that you counted me out
I walk up in Jeffrey, I'm cashin' out
Thirty-somethin' thou' for my bag, it ain't out
Three hundred thou' on the Rollie, watch
Twenties, fifties, hundreds
Gotta go and get a bag
Dior, Gucci, 'Rari, two seat
She's a movie, but means nothing to me
A-list singer and she's just
rebuttals for real
Ya chick a thot, she lick the cock
Then gave scar to my man
Have four balls in her hand
She got jugglin' skills
But stop by ya spot
the bag
And I’m Gone
100’s 50’s and Glizzys
40 dollars
And tittys
Get the paper
Count a roll
Get the bag
And I’m Gone
100’s 50’s and Glizzys
40 dollars
Came a long way from nothin'
I mean a long, long, long way
Now we up nigga
Got a bag on you niggas, for real
Hundreds (hundreds) , fifties (fifties)
Sweet one whine it back one time
No stress how I'm living my life
Two gyal by my side in my bros dem ride
If it's beef then it's boom bye bye
Sweet
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