Keep It 100

(Pull up on hoes smell like Dolce Gabbana She want my money the Gucci the Prada Yea he go hard but I think I go harder Whole team is wet and we dripping like water Yea I got charm keep me far from your daughter If I meet ya hoe then ya hoe might get slaughtered Ashley, Brittany, Haley, Sarah, Katie I fucked them all in that order) Running i'm running i'm running Give me the hundreds If they ain't blue I don't want it Haters just mad how i'm coming Mad that I done it I got em sick to they stomach I count my hoes by the dozen Shawty been mad Lately i'm pushing her buttons I've just been hot like a oven Now you a fan Why cant you keep it a hundred Running i'm running i'm running Hundreds i'm thumbing i'm thumbing i'm thumbing Dunking like Drummond like Drummond like Drummond I came from nothing to something to something For me they gunning and gunning and gunning Don't got no bandz no he bumming he bumming Even if she bad she gotta pay me 300 hundred She better split on the dick if she want it I do not care about all your reactions Everyone tell me they mad at my actions Fuck all the hate i'm just focused on rapping Diamonds and pearls you might call it bragging Came up from nothing that's why I be snapping This is my world pop out like what's happening I need to show them i'm one of the greatest No need to debate it I need to stack paper until they all hate it And now she wanna tell them remember we dated Just so she get clout and to hope she get famous More money more problems but you couldn't take it I'm calling the bank cause I fucked up the statements Remember I started was down in the basement And now i'm most wanted a killer like Jason I passed all the haters and now they all chasing When it come to Curly J ain't no replacing Running i'm running i'm running Hundreds i'm thumbing i'm thumbing i'm thumbing Dunking like Drummond like Drummond like Drummond I came from nothing to something to something For me they gunning and gunning and gunning Don't got no bandz no he bumming he bumming Even if she bad she gotta pay me 300 hundred She better split on the dick if she want it Pull up on hoes smell like Dolce Gabbana She want my money the Gucci the Prada Yea he go hard but I think I go harder Whole team is wet and we dripping like water Yea I got charm keep me far from your daughter If I meet ya hoe then ya hoe might get slaughtered Ashley, Brittany, Haley, Sarah, Katie I fucked them all in that order Running i'm running i'm running Give me the hundreds If they ain't blue I don't want it Haters just mad how i'm coming Mad that I done it I got em sick to they stomach I count my hoes by the dozen Shawty been mad Lately i'm pushing her buttons I've just been hot like a oven Now you a fan Why cant you keep it a hundred Running i'm running i'm running Hundreds i'm thumbing i'm thumbing i'm thumbing Dunking like Drummond like Drummond like Drummond I came from nothing to something to something For me they gunning and gunning and gunning Don't got no bandz no he bumming he bumming Even if she bad she gotta pay me 300 hundred She better split on the dick if she want it