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get back
But I ain't mad tho cause
Some of y'all had to go
Should've known a long time ago
Not to fuck wit these sucker
Yeah I'm in my bag now
They

That's my type of bitch
Put a hundred pounds on the Mother fucking interstate
And its paid for its Independence Day
This goes out to all my hustlers Who go

fuck ? Den bring ah friend, i told ha double or nun
You beef wit me den bring a stick, i got a 100 round drum
Bitch im da man aint gotta brag, cause they

you're afraid so fuck your sanity
Just light your blood on fire here, just keep staring at the screen
There’s a cave a hundred miles south with beasts that

Riding around thru east Atlanta
Cus you know that I’m after a bag
Riding around in your city
Stacking these hundreds and fifties
Use to be broke way back

Don't you see that we got something in the making
Tryna keep you by my side
Don’t be shady
Got me spending all my time cause you amaze me
Yeah
So would

a shot 100 proof
I'm tryna spin again
Winter been
In my blood since I could hold a pen
Mold a gem
To fit pockets where dollars can't. View higher than sour

never mind about who in it
Chiefin' on that too sticky, wanna play I'm too wit it
I just need my dudes with me, two times that three-fifty
Heads up,

breathe when I speak
Heart on vitamins
I got that drive to make you love me
I'm on one hundred
Could you budget
While I stack this money
I promise
This

the military
I feel like Rio every time I'm in the booth, this shit legendary
These broke bitches aint shit they can't get near me
Mike Amiri bone runners look

really wit you but closed doors they really laughing
Errybody going to the sink the ship keep tryna be the captain 
Two hundred on cardono tryna see that

to spin around your block you get hit in the spine
He got shot in the head just for wasting my time
Damn Niggas is hoes
I'm a young nigga be throwing

like I'm Jeff Hardy
I keep it p I can not beg you
But if you was my bitch , I would eat it like a edible
I ain't got no time to waste
I'll Put you on my

a problem
We gone pop pop pop them dummies
Had it coming
How I went and did my time
And I didn't say no names
Funny how they name in paperwork
They out here

gettin bread since cold cuts
Self made cause nobody ever showed us and we had a hundred waves when it slowed up
No time for a job that was slow bucks
I

humble
Don't need a lot, a lot I don't need
Every summer getting hotter like 100 degrees
People lurking, don't be working, but they still doubting me
All

plates
When I get weed and idle time, that's my Heaven Gates
Ooh look I'm boutta take my angel to a better place
I'm here to help you catch you wave,

All I see is the dotted lines, strugglin' with these thoughts of mine
All of my diamonds, they shine, I don't got the fuckin' time
Man, this shit is do

In and out the city tryna get it, that's that business
I answer the phone like, Diddy, yeah
A hundred and fifty, will get 'em lit
Just so to keep 'em

the third
When I hit the rat
Mr Meet and greet the brat
Where the callers at
Mr Morning Show a hundred
Bring the fiftys back
Nick Solak
I have to break a bat

Tryna get me a hundred million before I go
(I want it all) yeah I want it all
Rich homie baby!
Hold up, wait, stop it, hey!
I want it all like I never had

hundreds in them streets I need some millions now

[V1]
I ain’t used to all this shit
Niggas keep approaching 
Is he a pagan or supporter
I’m still dealing

in my reach
Castle doors by the time I'm sixty four, I'm a peach
Take a seat listen close, I will not repeat
I just put a hundred on a rack
Flow is

I got the mind to walk
Ain't got no time to talk
I don't stop
I'm a master of the rhythm
Give you 50 bars
And you still decide you want prison
Fuck