100, keep this shit 100
100
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Yeah, my bitch she bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My bitch bunkin'
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my nigga
Even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga
I throw that cash in the air
This shit feel great, my nigga
[Verse 1: Jay 305].
(I don't know if you know
How it feel to ride out in sunset watching the sunset
California, Los Angeles my nigga
What's happen though?)
My bitch grind
My boo now know I'm thugging
I'm from the Slums
She know I'm in the streets, she hold my guns
Ain't seen my P.O. in weeks
Fuckin' months
Told her hold my spot down I'm on the run
I got my motherfucking J's on
Finna hit Arkansas get these OXYs off
Come back to L.A., wipe my case
Where I'm from it's bang or ball
Fucking bitches like yo misses
Flip em' like a case of raw
Back to to business flipping digits
Splitting switches with my niggas
Came from nothing, from nothing to something
Know my struggle, my momma know I'm thugging
Coming out the county jail smell like public
Yo momma love it, got your main bitch
On my side on time, nigga my bitch she bunkin'
[Hook: Chris Brown]
[Verse 2: T.I.]
Now don't it feel great
When you ride through the hood when you known as Bill Gates
With a super bad bitch in a drop Lamborghini
Make a home girl hate
Trap nigga known to have a quarter-mill a day
Proof that selling drugs on the corner still pay
I make a hundred Gs, spend 40 on ki's
Put the rest away just in case I caught a real case
And I ain't gon' stop
Teaching you the shit that you ain't know about
Stop cuffing that bitch, like she ain't no thot
Racks on that ass, think it ain’t gon drop?
Even if not, bet the brain on fire
Nigga 14 years I remain on fire
Men do, women too but the game don’t lie
Still up to the same old shit
Bang on the pussy nigga they ain't no shit
Stop playing with the pussy you know you don't want this
Shut the fuck down or yo ass gon get it
In public, it's nothing
I'm right back in my bunkin'
Ain't what you do it's how you does it and we does it cuzin
[Hook: Chris Brown]
[Verse 3: Tyga]
Make me harder, miss your daughter
She just wanna lay and party
Be my naughty girl in college
Fuck you all the time, I'm tired
Wake up on it it's that
Early morning, tap that wet wet
You know a nigga love breakfast, I'ma bite that
Got money in the mattress where I hide it at
Counting alla that, fuck alla them niggas
They don't know what to do with all that
As a matter fact get on my lap
Put you on the map take you out the trap
From a condo to a larger state
Got double gates, if I catch a case
Will you wait on me and build me up again, if so
[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Yeah my niggas thuggin', poppin' rubber bands
Money in my hand
Double cuppin' with the Sprite
Mix it up with the Xans
With some zombies here tonight
Slow motion, your bitch choosy
She say "Don't they call you Breezy?"
I told that bitch "I'm out here coolin"
With a hunnid million dollars, got a hunnid on my chain
Got a million dollar body with a hundred dollar brain
Girl your booty like a pumpkin
And my bitch she be bunkin'
[Hook: Chris Brown]
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Yeah, my bitch she bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My bitch bunkin'
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin'
I told her hide out in ?
My truck jumping
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my nigga
Even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga
I throw that cash in the air
This shit feel great, my nigga
[Intro: Chris Brown] 100, keep this shit 100 100 [Hook: Chris Brown] Yeah, my bitch she bunkin' She went from nothing now she somthing My bitch bunkin' She only clap that ass for me My bitch bunkin' I taught her how to whip a key Now my trap jumpin' She bring that dough to me how I want it In fifties, hundreds, all that Money is money, my nigga Even small stacks We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga I throw that cash in the air This shit feel great, my nigga [Verse 1: Jay 305]. (I don't know if you know How it feel to ride out in sunset watching the sunset California, Los Angeles my nigga What's happen though?) My bitch grind My boo now know I'm thugging I'm from the Slums She know I'm in the streets, she hold my guns Ain't seen my P.O. in weeks Fuckin' months Told her hold my spot down I'm on the run I got my motherfucking J's on Finna hit Arkansas get these OXYs off Come back to L.A., wipe my case Where I'm from it's bang or ball Fucking bitches like yo misses Flip em' like a case of raw Back to to business flipping digits Splitting switches with my niggas Came from nothing, from nothing to something Know my struggle, my momma know I'm thugging Coming out the county jail smell like public Yo momma love it, got your main bitch On my side on time, nigga my bitch she bunkin' [Hook: Chris Brown] [Verse 2: T.I.] Now don't it feel great When you ride through the hood when you known as Bill Gates With a super bad bitch in a drop Lamborghini Make a home girl hate Trap nigga known to have a quarter-mill a day Proof that selling drugs on the corner still pay I make a hundred Gs, spend 40 on ki's Put the rest away just in case I caught a real case And I ain't gon' stop Teaching you the shit that you ain't know about Stop cuffing that bitch, like she ain't no thot Racks on that ass, think it ain’t gon drop? Even if not, bet the brain on fire Nigga 14 years I remain on fire Men do, women too but the game don’t lie Still up to the same old shit Bang on the pussy nigga they ain't no shit Stop playing with the pussy you know you don't want this Shut the fuck down or yo ass gon get it In public, it's nothing I'm right back in my bunkin' Ain't what you do it's how you does it and we does it cuzin [Hook: Chris Brown] [Verse 3: Tyga] Make me harder, miss your daughter She just wanna lay and party Be my naughty girl in college Fuck you all the time, I'm tired Wake up on it it's that Early morning, tap that wet wet You know a nigga love breakfast, I'ma bite that Got money in the mattress where I hide it at Counting alla that, fuck alla them niggas They don't know what to do with all that As a matter fact get on my lap Put you on the map take you out the trap From a condo to a larger state Got double gates, if I catch a case Will you wait on me and build me up again, if so [Bridge: Chris Brown] Yeah my niggas thuggin', poppin' rubber bands Money in my hand Double cuppin' with the Sprite Mix it up with the Xans With some zombies here tonight Slow motion, your bitch choosy She say "Don't they call you Breezy?" I told that bitch "I'm out here coolin" With a hunnid million dollars, got a hunnid on my chain Got a million dollar body with a hundred dollar brain Girl your booty like a pumpkin And my bitch she be bunkin' [Hook: Chris Brown] [Hook: Chris Brown] Yeah, my bitch she bunkin' She went from nothing now she somthing My bitch bunkin' She only clap that ass for me My bitch bunkin' I told her hide out in ? My truck jumping She bring that dough to me how I want it In fifties, hundreds, all that Money is money, my nigga Even small stacks We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga I throw that cash in the air This shit feel great, my nigga Explain Request ×
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