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300
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300 was released on July 17, 2026 by Geffen Records as a part of the album Out The Mud
ReleasedJuly 17, 2026
LabelGeffen Records
LanguageEnglish
BPM82
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

[Chorus]
My wrist look like 300
I walk in the store like fuck it
I'm in the club putting up buckets
These **** ain't got no money (No money)
Broke bitches make me sick
Her **** broke, don't touch her
I'm balling like the Joker
I'm putting up triple doubles
[Verse 1]
My diamonds look like nuggets
My bitch cold as Aspen
I'm worth a couple million
This shit come from Chance
Young rich ****, ooh, I still ain't pay my taxes
I'm balling, March Madness
He ain't in my bracket
[Verse 2]
My lil' **** up 300
We be doing rich shit
These **** ain't got no money
I think these **** finished
Chief Keef this watch 300
My Presi cost me 50
These **** ain't got no money
And they can't do nothing with me
[Chorus]
My wrist look like 300
I walk in the store like fuck it
I'm in the club putting up buckets
These **** ain't got no money
Broke bitches make me sick
Her **** broke don't touch her
I'm balling like the Joker
I'm putting up triple doubles
[Verse 3]
These **** having no money
**** ain't having no pape
Yo, ****, he out here broke
You can't even eat bae, you gotta wait
I like a bitch that's nasty
Come on and ride my face
I like a bitch that's classy
Won't let me fuck, gotta go on a date (Huh)
I like a bitch that get her toes done
Yeah, I like French
I like bitches that ain't childish
Grown women take care of business
She like munyun, she like funyun
She like me, I'm from the trenches
She like me 'cause I'm so P
I keep it G I'm from west Memphis
She like me 'cause I'm so gutter
Yellow bitch melt in my arms
Whenever I touch her, she like butter man
Her **** think she lying
Cause when she with me, I'm her brother best believe that we don't cuddle
Man, my bitch just met my bitch I think my bitches love each other
[Verse 4]
Riding with your hoe, sitting back
Now I'm sipping Tris
****, they be broke, got no racks
I just stole your bitch
I just iced her out, she got a Patek
Chilling on her wrist
I just shot my shot, I'm like a sniper
Bitch, I barely miss
I'm just buying stuff I'm just trying stuff
Bitch said that her ****, bro
She sad, what you crying for?
I asked her, do she love him? She said
Yeah, what you lying for?
Mmh, mmh, mmh, aye I'm just fawty boy ENT put yo ass on a
Yeah, you know it
Hey, let me fye my
Let me fye my, let me fye my
[Chorus]
My wrist look like 300
I walk in the store like fuck it
I'm in the club putting up buckets
These **** ain't got no money
Broke bitches make me sick
Her **** broke don't touch her
I'm balling like the Joker
I'm putting up triple doubles
Written by: Nils Nöhden, QUINTORIS JOHNSON, Timothy Adie, Trevon Gardner
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