Blow A Hundred

Ayy, go put that lil' shit up, ****, huh

Shit ain't enough

(Ayo, slam, Jay)

Broke-ass ****

(Ooh, who is that?)

Yeah, yeah (Girl, that's Tello)

Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woah

(Paper Route Empire)

Let's go

My pockets on fat, pumpkin (Woo), rocks on my chain, punchin' (Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)

These shoes on my feet made in London, I'm fuckin' this bitch from a whole 'nother country (Uh)

I do what I wanna, fuck it, I might just go blow me a hundred (Racks, racks)

Yeah, I do what I wanna, fuck it, I'm 'bout to go blow me a hundred (Racks, racks)

My pocket on fat, pumpkin (Woo, my pockets on fat), rocks on my chain, punchin' (Rocks in my chain, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)

These shoes on my feet made in London, I'm fuckin' this bitch from a whole 'nother country (Uh)

I do what I wanna, fuck it, I might just go blow me a hundred (Racks, racks)

Yeah, I do what I wanna, fuck it, I'm 'bout to go blow me a hundred (Grizzape, baby)

Yeah, I gotta whole lot of money (Racks)

100K to me ain't nothin' (Light shit)

I just went spent that lil' shit there on clusters

If you add the shit around my neck, yeah, that's double that

All these racks in my pocket, they think I print counterfeit

Pockets stay fat 'cause I stay with a bankroll

Countin' racks in a foreign with a foreign bitch ridin' on the passenger

With a cute face, fat ass and camel toe (Baby)

Rocks in my ear, they the size of a cantaloupe

Don't hide your bitch, when you see me, she see me, won't have a ho (Uh-uh, uh)

Rich **** but I got a trap out in Idaho

So many chains 'round my neck, need another, bro

Geekin' on Addies, lil' ****, I ain't snortin' coke

Sellin' more gas out my trap than a Mapco

I'm killin' shit, they tryna put me on death row

I done fed more to my dogs than Petco (Yeah, yeah)

My pockets on fat, pumpkin (Woo), rocks on my chain, punchin' (Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)

These shoes on my feet made in London, I'm fuckin' this bitch from a whole 'nother country (Uh)

I do what I wanna, fuck it, I might just go blow me a hundred (Racks, racks)

Yeah, I do what I wanna, fuck it, I'm 'bout to go blow me a hundred (Racks, racks)

My pocket on fat, pumpkin (Woo, my pockets on fat), rocks on my chain, punchin' (Rocks in my chain, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)

These shoes on my feet made in London, I'm fuckin' this bitch from a whole 'nother country (Uh)

I do what I wanna, fuck it, I might just go blow me a hundred (Racks, racks)

Yeah, I do what I wanna, fuck it, I'm 'bout to go blow me a hundred (Grizzape, baby)

Tell me what's a 100K? (What's that, ****? Haha)

Swear to God, I can show a **** how to get rich a hundred ways (Shit ain't nothin' to me)

I'm stuffin' paper in my pocket everyday like a folder

Rockin' one, two, three, four chains 'round my shoulder (Icy)

Yeah, I chased a lot of cheese but I never been a rat (Nope)

Never heard a **** say, "Grizzape fold up" (Hell nah)

Uh, pull up big body Benz every time I roll up (Skrrt)

Ho gave me head with a Foot off a Roll-Up (Uh)

I take a fieldtrip to Cali' and load up (Load)

Ain't tryna shop if your ass ain't the grower

Pocket on swole, I'm tryna get 'em swollen

Tatted up, eatin', my stomach done blowed up (Trickin')

I was trappin' when I was young, still trappin' when I'm older

All gas, no brakes, my trap never slow good (Grizzape, baby)

My pocket on fat, pumpkin (My pockets on fat), rocks on my chain, punchin' (Rocks in my chain, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)

These shoes on my feet made in London, I'm fuckin' this bitch from a whole 'nother country (Uh)

I do what I wanna, fuck it, I might just go blow me a hundred (Racks, racks)

Yeah, I do what I wanna, fuck it, I'm 'bout to go blow me a hundred (Wait, hold up, racks)

Bitch

Count up, count up

What Dolph say? Go get the money, ****