100 (feat. Icewear Vezzo)

Aye, it was a hunnit on that chop, now it's a hunnit in the safe

You just spent that on the watch, boy, I took that to the bank

What you own on your block? All you **** got is chains

Button pusher make a call to get these **** out the way

Oh, they say that he for God now, he don't be on no street shit

Just 'cause I mediate don't mean I won't jump in the deep end

I be for the love, but cross a line and we'll sweep shit

Know these **** hate us, play the role like we don't peep shit

That beef shit, we be really on that and we vegan

No defense, how you out here acting like you bleed shit?

You tweaking, I be known to fellowship with demons

Have one on ones with God and they'll send you to the reaper

Believe me, letting go of my old ways wasn't easy

Don't tempt me, I still will squeeze a clip until it's empty

We on that, cutty still pressing where the flo' jacks

Jacks just touched, he on his way to bring some mo' back

We up some, heard it's money waiting, where the flo' at?

I'm healed now, so it's certain places I can't go back

Shit real now, cross a line and you'll get a toe tag

It's COVID through the hood, they sliding broad day with no mask

100

One, two, three, four, five, six

Nah, ****, I'm 100

Aye

Money counter going, I don't count it

It's gone stop it at 100

Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit

****, that's 100

If these **** get to blowing, know I'm going, and this chopper hold 100

Made a mil, then another mil, and a double mils

Cullinan, went and bought a crib with a other mil

Hunnid mil, I'ma touch for real, but I'm runnin' still

**** know I hit this shit for real, win in colosseums

Yeah, bitch, that's the whole plan

Froze ice from them cold nights of my old life

Vacheron, look like strobe lights, Roly rose white

I'm the type, ain't wearing Cartier watches, that's what hoes like

Since a young ****, been on one, I had grown pay

Ain't no big homies or no plug, got my own pay

Got it out the mud from the spots to the rollaway

New Wraith, pull a Bentley, drop right out the showcase

100

One, two, three, four, five, six

Nah, ****, I'm 100

Aye

Money counter going, I don't count it

It's gone stop it at 100

Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit

****, that's 100

If these **** get to blowing, know I'm going, and this chopper hold 100

Aye, I be tweaking on the low, I be geeking on the high

I'll turn to John Q if you play with one of mine

Know I'm good on my side, ain't I really from the 9?

From the skudd to the dark, I be screaming, "Free the guys"

You ain't ready for that pressure, I can see it in yo' eyes