Give Me 100 (feat. Futuristic)

Give me 100 Bitch give me 100 I go psycho I go stupid Got two bitches Both 'em moving Ooo that ass is so phat It's like dreaming I ain't lucid In big body cruising Stacking bandos off the music Give me a hundred Give me a hundred I go psycho I go stupid Got two bitches Both 'em moving Ooo that ass is so phat It's like dreaming I ain't lucid In big body cruising Stacking bandos off the music Give me a hundred Give me a hundred Got a bad bitch With me She a dime though Hit another When I'm in a different time zone Niggas thought they had it planned Out how it turns But I been on my wave too tidal Bitch too psycho IPhone cracked still type Get 'em like Stevie man it's all on sight Hitting a couple woods And I ball like Mike Hit a couple clubs Tiger getting my stripes Now she love how I'm different Oh my god I think she wishing She could come Sit on the dick And have all these kids And be all apart of my business Get me my presents for Christmas Bitches be tripping Timmy turner How they wishing No can't have it though No average joe No cabs no more I go psycho I go stupid Got two bitches Both 'em moving Ooo that ass is so phat It's like dreaming I ain't lucid In big body cruising Stacking bandos off the music Give me a hundred Give me a hundred I go psycho I go stupid Got two bitches Both 'em moving Ooo that ass is so phat It's like dreaming I ain't lucid In big body cruising Stacking bandos off the music Give me a hundred Give me a hundred Give me a hundred Cause that's how I keep it They talking that nonsense I backspace delete it When I spit the verse Then they have to repeat it Book me up on Indie I'm gassing the feature I wrote this shit With a cup on my desk Double that up Ain't enough for the mess That I deal with I feel it Enough with the stress Told little shorty Put Prada on my flesh I'm loving the neck Spectacular Used to get in the back Of the Acura After my classes was acting up Back to the math Had to add it up See if she dig the vernacular Skeet on the dash Had the napkin to wrap it up She gave me brain on the flash And she backed it up Me and the homies Flipped women no spatulas Now I'm married so... I go psycho I go stupid Got two bitches Both 'em moving Ooo that ass is so phat It's like dreaming I ain't lucid In big body cruising Stacking bandos off the music Give me a hundred Give me a hundred I go psycho I go stupid Got two bitches Both 'em moving Ooo that ass is so phat It's like dreaming I ain't lucid In big body cruising Stacking bandos off the music Give me a hundred Give me a hundred (Give me 100)