Hundred bands, times a hundred bands
Can you get it, ain′t no running man
Keep a hundred rounds, we gon' get him
I ain′t never gave a f*ck about no b***h
Cause I'm bigger and I'm better
Keep a Smith & Wesson we can do whatever, aye
You say you a boss, I know you a lame
And that n***a ugly what the f*ck you saying?
You ain′t getting money girl you need a plan
You a broke bitch, always holding out your hand
I′m a real b***h
I just be getting bad
Spend and get it back then I spend it with my mans
That money in my hand put it right on your head
Ain't no loss, I′m a boss I can do that s**t again, ayy
Fuck a role we speak facts
If a lame b***h talking I won't even speak back
Keep that .45 all black, we strapped, we back
Pop up on ′em make a b***h see that, aye
Fuck all them niggas we gon' f*ck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, b***h you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain′t hopped off your ass, ayy
I'm a real b***h I can't fake s**t
You a f*****g p***y you don′t shake s**t
You just figured it out bruh you late b***h
You a broke b***h you ain′t got no bands to play with
Somewhere out in Cali do the dash in a spaceship
You somewhere in the crib looking mad cause you ain't s**t
You ain′t tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain't us
Fuck all them niggas we gon′ f*ck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, b***h you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy
Fuck all them niggas we gon′ f*ck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, b***h you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy
All these mad rappers dirty, and I keep a .30
Spent long nights ridin' low and dirty, now my coupe will spray you
223 cockin′, get to jerkin′ have them niggas swervin'
Niggas servin′,
Bitches drinkin' bourbon, I remember back when hoes was curvin′
Now I f*ck hoes when I wanna (yeah)
Bro used to post on the corner (yeah)
My new b***h is foreigner
Killin' shit, killin these hoes get a corpse (yeah)
Don′t be sad now a n***a up
AP's goin' dumb,
Why you comin′ over b***h if you ain′t tryna make me cum?
Stupid ass bitch, I'll send someone to smack you
Gon′ and pull up so my lil sister can stab you
Gang posted up on the corner like a statue
Clip round my chest like a motherfuckin' satchel (ahhh)
You ain′t tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain't us
You ain′t tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain't us
Fuck all them niggas we gon' f*ck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, b***h you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain′t hopped off your ass, ayy
Fuck all them niggas we gon′ f*ck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, b***h you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy
100 bottles, no sparklers, we already lit
Thousand hunnid, all the bills like its counterfeit
Love the hoe, I slap the bitch, we on some different s**t
This s**t didn′t come from round the way, I'm on some different drip
Sticky, she wanna get with me
I need me a bad broad, then again, a Nicki
Ain′t leavin' no witnesses, Christian Lou′, a murder scene
Shout out to the homies behind the wall, yeah, the murder team
The old murder team, the ones that can't be silent
Sip promethazine, it got me out my body
Date time, go and throw a dime all in Folly
Big bank take little bank, I'm really gettin′ money
You ain′t tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain't us
You ain′t tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain't us
Fuck all them niggas we gon′ f*ck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, b***h you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy
Fuck all them niggas we gon′ f*ck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, b***h you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy
