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one hundred
120
Hip-Hop/Rap
one hundred was released on June 2, 2025 by Voda as a part of the album gray - Single
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Release DateJune 2, 2025
LabelVoda
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM155

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sawyer Drury
Sawyer Drury
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sawyer Drury
Sawyer Drury
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mimo
Mimo
Producer
Young Mooski
Young Mooski
Producer

Lyrics

We don't know them boys, they did not come with us (Who the fu—)
What the fuck is friends? Go get your money up (Wow)
Everything's a joke, but nothing's funny, uh (Wow)
Far from what I want, I seen a hundred, uh
Kill the bottle, lookin' for the answer
My twin, my brother at the bar, he pourin' cancer, I swear
I know she wanna crush us with the banter, yeah
The price is goin' up in every manner, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Come right here, shawty, yeah (Yeah)
I can make you grin from ear to ear, shawty, yeah (Yeah)
Pop this pill, alleviate my fears, shawty, yeah (Yeah)
And if I lose control, would you steer for me? Yeah (Yeah)
(Safe)
I'll be rich by the summer
Pops might get a Benz, mom might get a Hummer
I don't want amends, I just wanna run it (Run it, run it)
I don't want no friends, I just need a hundred (Ayy)
Put some bands on me (Times a hundred)
Take the over (Times a hundred)
I'll get back to you (Times a hundred)
When I'm sober (I just need a hundred)
That's your man, huh? (Times a hundred)
Well, he a poser (Times a hundred)
But when I talk to him, it's, "I don't even know her" (Times a hundred)
(I just need a—)
I swear
We don't know them boys, they did not come with us (Who the fu—)
What the fuck is friends? Go get your money up (Wow)
Everything's a joke, but nothing's funny, uh (Wow)
Far from what I want, I seen a hundred, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Come right here, shawty, yeah (Yeah)
I can make you grin from ear to ear, shawty, yeah (Yeah)
Pop this pill, alleviate my fears, shawty, yeah (Yeah)
And if I lose control, would you steer for me? Yeah (Yeah)
Two key, pressure got my legs weak
3 A.M., you text me, doing shit to test me
You don't even have goals, why you bein' messy?
That ho tryna press me, It's kind of blessing
Put you on the road now, I don't wanna slow down
Gualla, feta, blue cheese, baby, how do those sound?
How do you feel, truly?, everybody go 'round
You buy clothes and blow pounds
I can't even blame you, I can't even
You said I'm the one, I throw my hands up
The sky is falling, greens and rubber bands, uh
I don't even have a plan for landing
Understand me, I need, I need—
(I don't need no friends, I just need a hundred)
Put some bands on me (Times a hundred)
Take the over (Times a hundred)
I'll get back to you (Times a hundred)
When I'm sober (I just need a hundred)
Oh, that's your man, huh? (Times a hundred)
Well, he a poser (Times a hundred)
But when I talk to him, it's, "I don't even know her" (Times a hundred)
(I just need a—)
I swear
We don't know them boys, they did not come with us (Who the fu—)
What the fuck is friends? Go get your money up (Wow)
Everything's a joke, but nothing's funny, uh (Wow)
Far from what I want, I seen a hundred, uh (Safe)
Times a hundred
Times a hundred
Times a hundred
I just need a hundred
Times a hundred
Times a hundred
Times a hundred
I just need a—
Written by: Sawyer Drury
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