A hundred on her Bet one back, I put a hundred on her Bet one back, I put a hundred on her Ah, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bet one back, I put a hundred on her, ayy Choppers out, you know we huntin' for him, ayy Fuck me good, she get baby Birkin, ayy Hundred thousand, count a hundred more I told her, "Yeah, yeah, hell yeah, " ayy Thugging through them trenches, boy, it's hell here, ayy Yeah, yeah, hell yeah, ayy Million-dollar nigga raised on welfare, ayy
Dollar signs, I'm like, "Hell yeah" (Hell yeah) Spin the block one more time, leave some shells there (Shells there) , ayy Hell yeah, uh, hell yeah, ayy We ain't waste no time, ayy, bring the mail here Chicken chicken, chicken chicken chicken, pockets fetti I just threw up off two yerky's, it wasn't mom's spaghetti I got hoes from Atlanta to the Serengeti And my uncle fried, Glock 9 tucked in the Pelle Talking Pelle-Pelle, I'm the wavy one I'm like Max and them, I'm like baby sun (Like Weezy) Weezy and 'em, talking Hollygrove (Yeah) Need more room in my section, I got a hundred hoes
Bet one back, I put a hundred on her, ayy Choppers out, you know we huntin' for him, ayy Fuck me good, she get baby Birkin, ayy Hundred thousand, count a hundred more I told her, "Yeah, yeah, hell yeah, " ayy Thugging through them trenches, boy, it's hell here, ayy Yeah, yeah, hell yeah, ayy Million-dollar nigga raised on welfare, ayy
Fixed her form, finna fuck her in a chokehold I ain't got no time for broke hoes, that's a no-no I'm Cujo, big dog, wocky ain't no Nuvo (Yeah) We gon' knock this shit up out the park like Albert Pujoles Ride Aventador, I tried to park it, it was too low I'm fucking on two best friends, I think I need 'bout two more (Yeah) All we do is good business, ain't no fucking loopholes I get high and go to Mars, call me Bruno Check my phone, I got hoes callin' back-to-back, ayy When I'm rapping, don't need captions, I need bigger plaques This brick became a lil' big, need a bigger axe This bitch getting on my nerves, told the ho relax We got Morton Groves, I need a factory (Yeah, yeah) , uh Need a thousand pints, uh, that's a fantasy Lame-ass nigga, boy, you can't be no fan of me All we do is big-ball, pop shit, profanity (Bitch)
Bet one back, I put a hundred on her, ayy Choppers out, you know we huntin' for him, ayy Fuck me good, she get baby Birkin, ayy Hundred thousand, count a hundred more I told her, "Yeah, yeah, hell yeah, " ayy Thugging through them trenches, boy, it's hell here, ayy Yeah, yeah, hell yeah, ayy Million-dollar nigga raised on welfare, ayy