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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Babyface Ray
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marcellus Register
Songwriter
Evan Jarrod Scaife Milton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ahmad Sharif
Engineer
Jacob Stewart
Assistant Engineer
Peter A. Barker
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
(I just need my space right now) Yeah
[Chorus]
I'm talkin' hundreds on hundreds (Hundreds on hundreds on hundreds)
I'm talkin' money, the clothes, the cars, I'm finna fuck up the summer (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm talkin' Perkys, the X and the bars, that codeine done made me a junkie (Yeah)
Turn up the city, I'm beatin' the odds, even the opps gotta love it (Turnt up, go)
[Verse 1]
I'm talkin' hundreds on hundreds (Hundreds on hundreds on hundreds)
I'm talkin' money, the clothes, the cars, I'm finna fuck up the summer (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm talkin' Perkys, the X and the bars, that codeine done made me a junkie (Yeah)
Turn up the city, I'm beatin' the odds, even the opps gotta love it (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2]
Huh, yeah
The crib right across from the club
Tell lil' mama call when she off (Come on)
Playin' hardball with the soft (For real)
Paint a **** quick, Bob Ross
Fifty K on me, call off (Uh)
I be curvin' bitches, y'all stuck (****)
Shit, I barely parked it, hoppin' out
Tay Money with me, YNT (My ****)
Forty-five show, I'm buyin' lean (Four, five)
.45, squeeze it in my jeans (Four, five)
I got in, ain't no searchin' me (Yeah)
I don't know, they call her Perky P (Yeah)
Forever clean with a dirty drink (Yeah)
I just put my mama in a mink
[Chorus]
I'm talkin' hundreds on hundreds (Hundreds on hundreds on hundreds)
I'm talkin' money, the clothes, the cars, I'm finna fuck up the summer (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm talkin' Perkys, the X and the bars, that codeine done made me a junkie (Yeah)
Turn up the city, I'm beatin' the odds, even the opps gotta love it (Turnt up, go)
[Verse 3]
I'm talkin' hundreds on hundreds (Hundreds on hundreds on hundreds)
I'm talkin' money, the clothes, the cars, I'm finna fuck up the summer (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm talkin' Perkys, the X and the bars, that codeine done made me a junkie (Yeah)
Turn up the city, I'm beatin' the odds, even the opps gotta love it (****)
[Verse 4]
Better pay attention, don't you blink
Money flyin', bitches on they knees (Come on)
Cubans bust, I can't even link (****)
Trap boomin', rollin' like it's E
Keep your hands off or keep it P (Boy)
Church in service, watch a **** preach (Boy)
Up my stock and charge these boys a fee (Huh)
Tell my brother, "Stay from out these streets" (For real, though)
Baby mama's happy 'cause I'm up (Why?)
Don't know why 'cause you ain't gettin' nothin' (Nah)
Now my daughter's purses goin' dumb
I'ma live through them and catch a stunt (Haha)
Queen shit, I turned it into punch (Dark)
Twelve hundred grams'll leave you hunched (****)
I just did two-hundred in the a month (Two)
Baroline told me it ain't nothin', for real
[Chorus]
I'm talkin' hundreds on hundreds (Hundreds on hundreds on hundreds)
I'm talkin' money, the clothes, the cars, I'm finna fuck up the summer (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm talkin' Perkys, the X and the bars, that codeine done made me a junkie (Yeah)
Turn up the city, I'm beatin' the odds, even the opps gotta love it (Turnt up, go)
[Verse 5]
I'm talkin' hundreds on hundreds (Hundreds on hundreds on hundreds)
I'm talkin' money, the clothes, the cars, I'm finna fuck up the summer (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm talkin' Perkys, the X and the bars, that codeine done made me a junkie (Yeah)
Turn up the city, I'm beatin' the odds, even the opps gotta love it (****)
Written by: Marcellus Register, Evan Jarrod Scaife Milton