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 & Wessun 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 that
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 vest 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
Ey
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
Ey

Bitch bands, bands, don´t fuck up this dashboard
Bitches want problems we gon´ give ´em what they ask for
That´s what this cash for, I need that like a landlord

You bitches half step, somebody please drop a bag on ´em
Bitch why you lying you ain´t never got no cash ho
Ho you nigga why you trying to act tough ain´t no straps on you
Bitches turned their back, yeah its cool I just stacked on ´em
I was getting money way before I seen rap money
Them hoes hate together when that check end
But bitch you more broke than your best friend
That chop right beside me like my best man
Fuck a wedding when it ring watch your head split

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
Ey
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
Ey

Still living with your mama you ain´t hopped off your ass

Still living with your mama you ain´t hopped off your ass