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700
4,852
Hip-Hop/Rap
700 was released on July 23, 2021 by No Excusez LLC / EMPIRE as a part of the album Undeniable (Deluxe)
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Release DateJuly 23, 2021
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM67

Credits

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yes
You heard me say you heard me
You hear me clearly, you see me clearly
(DeeMarc got the heat)
[Verse 2]
700 cash, put up now
My **** know they straight when they touch down
Ain't give a fuck then, don't give a fuck now
Blow a **** in a bussdown
Talkin' 'bout the score, that bitch up now
They ain't wan' sign me, I'm like what now?
I got two coupes and a truck now
And I feed everybody that stuck 'round
[Verse 3]
I really got it, you seeing this shit
Went got this shit I was eager to get
I motivate people, just seeing me lit
Give a fuck what you spent, that watch weak as a bitch
Shirt only 600, that's cheap as a bitch
One **** shopping, y'all deep as a bitch
Can't find no Wock, pour a 3 of the Tris
It's a block in her house if I'm needing the bitch
Standing on business, do numbers of course
Oh, **** want it? I wanted it more
I rather stay up and count hunnids than snore
It ain't really work if it's fun when you do it
My life, fly life, get more dollars
My price up right, a whole lotta
When you get this much, you gotta go hide it
I'm a businessman with some blow dollars
[Verse 4]
700 cash, put up now
My **** know they straight when they touch down
Ain't give a fuck then, don't give a fuck now
Blow a **** in a bussdown
Talkin' 'bout the score, that bitch up now
They ain't wan' sign me, I'm like what now?
I got two coupes and a truck now
And I feed everybody that stuck 'round
[Verse 5]
A hunnid thousand in tennis and shit
Eat at Mastro's for dinner and shit
Fuck 'bout a invoice, send us the shit
I make more than a doctor, a dentist, I'm lit
I play with them racks on some Wimbledon shit
Fuck keeping the score, I'm winning, that's it
Rapping or trapping least 10 every hit
I'on play with this hustle, came in to get rich
[Verse 6]
I told **** I'm a big dog
You gotta go through something just to get to Teck
If security try to pat me down at the club
****, then that's disrespect
Live a fast life so I got that drank in me ****, I ain't never sober
Dropped a deuce in a cream Canada Dry, turned it to a better soda
Got a big money counter for my birthday
Tell me the exact amount, so it work straight
Coming out early, I'on play fair
**** my bitch gon' have to do the daycare
Got all these bussdowns, but I ain't wearing 'em
**** talk loud but I ain't hearing 'em
Pulling bandies all out the Moncler
Got the Fetty Wap, selling bald head
I ain't gone lie, I still love a freak bitch
I was taught shoot first, fuck defense
Put a **** straight together off the IG
You ain't yourself, bitch you know you not me
And I keep them bandies on me like a ID
And I keep a freak bitch in my top three
And one thing about it if I got to watch the bitch
Then the bitch definitely got to watch me
[Verse 7]
700 cash, put up now
My **** know they straight when they touch down
Ain't give a fuck then, don't give a fuck now
Blow a **** in a bussdown
Talkin' 'bout the score, that bitch up now
They ain't wan' sign me, I'm like what now?
I got two coupes and a truck now
And I feed everybody that stuck 'round
[Verse 8]
A hunnid thousand in tennis and shit
Eat at Mastro's for dinner and shit
Fuck 'bout a invoice, send us the shit
I make more than a doctor, a dentist, I'm lit
I play with them racks on some Wimbledon shit
Fuck keeping the score, I'm winning, that's it
Rapping or trapping least 10 every hit
I'on play with this hustle, came in to get rich
Written by: Yg Teck
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