Hundred Smackeronies

Yow Cochise, A weh dem a seh? Yeah, yeah I've been runnin' to the racks, no way, oh (Now I got y'all fools this time), yeah Heard these niggas talkin', no eight ho, yeah I be getting caps, no 'saicin I be coming in no place, look (Carlos is in here, bullet) Getting money, I might do it everyday (yeah, yeah), yeah Call me Mr. Carter, make me play, uh-huh, yeah I'ma shoot up on 'em, like I'm Klay, uh-huh Yoplait, uh-uh, no way, uh-huh (Oh wait) Yeah, I'm gettin' to the money, I know, I know they hatin' Cookin' on these niggas like I'm, I'm cooking bacon I know that he stuntin', but I, I know he fakin' Kola champagne with the jerk, I'm Jamaican I'm not fly, I'm playin', I'm just sayin' Stop the hatin', you not famous Hold on, what's your name is? Pull up like an agent Money super saiyan, pull up and I'm bakin Money comin' through and that's a rack, oh (That's a rack) I be getting money, never lack, oh (I never lack) Nigga talking crazy, just leave me blank, oh (Just leave me blank, oh) I'ma get the choppa, bring it back, oh (Bring it back, oh) Getting money, you could never get it back, oh (Get it back) [?], oh And my money coming through and it's attached, oh I been running to the money, yeah the racks, oh Niggas talkin' crazy, let me back up (Let me back) [?] I got my racks up (Got my racks) Getting this money, I ran it through with the Ricks And when I pull up to the function they runnin' just like cats I'm getting money when it's sunny, I'm telling you to relax Her booty shaped like a apple, ain't talking no mac Booty so big I need a whole map, yeah Pull up to your crib, I'm taking all that, uh Give me that, that, that, and that (Hit it) I done had to tell her I really don't do marriage (yeah, yeah) I be goin' wheel, I ain't talkin' 'bout a Ferris ('Bout a Ferris) I be getting money, why y'all nigga so embarrassed? (So embarrassed) I be getting money, all my niggas out in Paris Drip on my body and you know it's from the rarest Ain't nothin' wrong with you livin' with your parents Posted on a strip and they thought I was a terrorist Back from the [?], get the money and double up, uh, yeah (double up) I be getting money, yeah, and it doubled up, uh, yeah (It doubled up, yeah) Booty gettin' big, just like a Tonka truck, uh, yeah Back it up, baby, like a dumper truck, uh, yeah (Like a dumper truck) Niggas talkin' crazy, then we bun him up, uh, yeah (Then we bun him up) Choppa with the bricks, they finna bun him up, uh, yeah Choppa in his head, you thought he hit 'em up (Look like he hit 'em up) Uh, now lemme end my verse