Hundred bands, times a hundred bands Can you get it, ain't no running man Keep a hundred rounds, we gon' get him I ain't never gave a fuck about no bitch Cause I'm bigger and I'm better Keep a Smith & Wesson we can do whatever, aye You say you a boss, I know you a lame And that nigga ugly what the fuck you saying? You ain't getting money girl you need a plan You a broke bitch, always holding out your hand I'm a real bitch I just be getting bad Spend and get it back then I spend it with my mans That money in my hand put it right on your head Ain't no loss, I'm a boss I can do that shit again, ayy Fuck a role we speak facts If a lame bitch talking I won't even speak back Keep that .45 all black, we strapped, we back Pop up on 'em make a bitch see that, aye Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy I'm a real bitch I can't fake shit You a fucking pussy you don't shake shit You just figured it out bruh you late bitch You a broke bitch you ain't got no bands to play with Somewhere out in Cali do the dash in a spaceship You somewhere in the crib looking mad cause you ain't shit You ain't tough, big bank take little bank Bitch you bankrupt All them hoes losing but they ain't us Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy All these mad rappers dirty, and I keep a .30 Spent long nights ridin' low and dirty, now my coupe will spray you 223 cockin', get to jerkin' have them niggas swervin' Niggas servin', Bitches drinkin' bourbon, I remember back when hoes was curvin' Now I fuck hoes when I wanna (yeah) Bro used to post on the corner (yeah) My new bitch is foreigner Killin' shit, killin these hoes get a corpse (yeah) Don't be sad now a nigga up AP's goin' dumb, Why you comin' over bitch if you ain't tryna make me cum? Stupid ass bitch, I'll send someone to smack you Gon' and pull up so my lil sister can stab you Gang posted up on the corner like a statue Clip round my chest like a motherfuckin' satchel (ahhh) You ain't tough, big bank take little bank Bitch you bankrupt All them hoes losing but they ain't us You ain't tough, big bank take little bank Bitch you bankrupt All them hoes losing but they ain't us Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy 100 bottles, no sparklers, we already lit Thousand hunnid, all the bills like its counterfeit Love the hoe, I slap the bitch, we on some different shit This shit didn't come from round the way, I'm on some different drip Sticky, she wanna get with me I need me a bad broad, then again, a Nicki Ain't leavin' no witnesses, Christian Lou', a murder scene Shout out to the homies behind the wall, yeah, the murder team The old murder team, the ones that can't be silent Sip promethazine, it got me out my body Date time, go and throw a dime all in Folly Big bank take little bank, I'm really gettin' money You ain't tough, big bank take little bank Bitch you bankrupt All them hoes losing but they ain't us You ain't tough, big bank take little bank Bitch you bankrupt All them hoes losing but they ain't us Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass, ayy