Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dion Stephenson
Songwriter
Yasine Ketchmore
Songwriter
Lyrics
Huh mmm ooohhh
The ones and Fives
Can't mix with the hundreds
I got a splinter from thumbing
I been ran it up I ain't new to the money
Flip phone full of junkies we don't see droughts
We keep the packages coming
Box landed who want it Oo you want a hundred
I got you for twenty one hundred
Thirty thou in one's and fives
Shit look like two hundred racks
Eighty four pounds sold for twenty four
More than two hundred stacks
Let us get two hundred for two hundred
Might just buy more than that
Imma play with this hundred
Watch me flip it to like two hundred flat
Whoah whoah
Mmmm No yo prices to low
Aye Country boy
It's 23 for each Of these bows
A hundred fifty in two days
That's a lot of zeros
2 Times a week Got me livin
Like Im shootin free throws
Coach Just put me in the game
Imma walking cheat code
300 Points whoah whoah
That boy up in beast mode
House on the hill with the mountains
Right outside the peep whole
Cuz when these bitches make it back
That's a lot mo zeros
Bitch **** I talk trap shit
Listen to the numbers you can tell I ain't lyin
Three **** in the city with the iciest pieces
my nigass and one on of em mine
Acm pendent round the neck
That bitch bout at least worth 4 thousand dimes
Not to even bring up the juice piece
But should see how that bitch shine
Huh mmm ooohhh
The ones and Fives
Can't mix with the hundreds
I got a splinter from thumbing
I been ran it up I ain't new to the money
Flip phone full of junkies we don't see droughts
We keep the packages coming
Box landed who want it Oo you want a hundred
I got you for twenty one hundred
Thirty thou in one's and fives
Shit look like two hundred racks
Eighty four pounds sold for twenty four
More than two hundred stacks
Let us get two hundred for two hundred
Might just buy more than that
Imma play with this hundred
Watch me flip it to like two hundred flat
DAMNNNNN mmm oohhh
I done broke the scale this shit weigh babies
We going crazy
We done weighed up elephants as well
I'm in the air wit it fuck the mail
Vac seal twice can't nobody smell
I Got 'em for eight but I sold em for twenty four
Puttin up numbers kobe wit the hair
We was just thumbin right thru it
Puttin pressure on the bags
I taught bruh how to do it
Run it up what I influence
We done broke the vac seal
The shit had stop gluing
I'm taking the extras and fronting em out
I'm selling them P's out my granny house
I gotta drako in my granny couch
Granny kick me out
She tired of me running in and out
Written by: Dion Stephenson, Yasine Ketchmore
