Lyrics:
line like private events in airports
And live by the code I'mma bust mine
Word, tunes, start shorty while I got a tongue in my ear
Don't get a stain
Look at this little n**** man...
Hey T.I. is that really you man?
Yeah shorty what's happenin'?
Hey man can you give me a ride home man?
Man it's
another girl lick it off, I'm a dumb nigga
Since a young nigga, I've been a made man
My bitches come with fat ass and a spray tan
Spend a whole bag, then
When you get that check, spread that cash
Yeah
When you get that check, ooh, spread that cash, yeah, yeah
She don't need no man, she got OnlyFans,
a hundred bags
Man got nicked no snitched got caught with a hundred bags
Verse 1:
Man move snow it’s blitz in bits and the game is mad
Trapped the trap all
getting duffle bags in Thailand
My man
Got 200 if you split it thats a hundred grand
Got 200 if you split it thats a hundred grand
Got 200 if you split it
I'm the man got a master plan
Life's short, I been racing
My dreams near, I been chasing
Got a lil change, I been saving
100 bands, 100 bands
Need
pupils swell up like two pennies
I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties
A young-ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass
So the rats
when it come to pussy
If I'm a claim her I'm the
Only one she fucking on
Woo, two hundred dash, got a lot of cash
Still smash
Play with me I'll get your
and do a drive by
Charge me with gang activity
You seen that shit on Fox 5
Smokin' OG gas bag in my matte black Jag
Maison Margiela, my foot on the gas
Owe me a bag and I'm coming to get it
Catch another flight and I change the aesthetic
You know I'm the man, I'll show you 'round my city
Gas 93, now
the bag, too easy (Run it up)
Hundred thousand cash, too easy
(Hundred racks)
I'ma do the dash, too easy (Skrrt)
Skelly AP, new freezer (Hey)
Follow my lead
out hundreds
Ladies gotta love it!
Man I feel like money! (man I feel like money!)
They're attracted to me! (oh, yeah?)
They come around like
I had to learn how to turn around a hundred thou' real fast
In '95 that was my last, I went back to the ave thinkin' rap's a thing of the past
Rest
flossin'
Hundred bands every time I walk in
If you keep it trill you'll get a blessing for it
Deep down in the trenches with that Wesson on me
My mama,
shit
Two hundred pounds of Kush, I'm tryna sell that shit
My migo said fuck it, he gon' mail the brick
Soon as I get my hands on it, I'm gonna sell
a big mack
From Ybor to Mack block
Im good wit the fact talk
100 been my walk
By any means neccessary
I never need that talk
Straight out the mud
Been
bitch, never meet the parents
Triple beam, I'ma keep it balanced
Built the 44bunker real deep in Tampa
Got two hundred cars, haters screamin', "Damn it"
ain't hear, "Hut one, hut two, hut three", swear to God them bitches just blitzed
The DEA and the task, "Need a search warrant", my ass
Had a hundred
it back)
'Cause I had four by four wood on them bandos (bando)
Bought a bag from overseas, a place she didn't know
I turned around and put a ten
ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
N****s into gangs thangs and narcotics
Freak b****es riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo
says
Neighbors seen this shit for years
Hopped out, out of range
Close up not a stain
Gut shot got him maimed
Shit bag potty trained
No time for a nigga
give me all of that
Don't be sending naked pics 'cause my phone tapped
Black Mas, duffel bag and a hundred racks
I don't snitch but I could show you
on flakka
You got guns but won't pop 'em
I send niggas to the doctor
I don't care
Sandman tan money bag, drag, slash bag man
Baghdad land
Talk back, get
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