Blow A Hundred

I gon' put that lil' shit on, yeah, huh, shit I don't know

(Ayo, Slam J)

Fuckin'

(Ooh, who is that? Girl, that's killer)

Uh, huh, whoa

(Ain't Parade, I'm Parade)

Let's go

My party long, fat, punk

Rocks on my chain, punchin' (pew, pew, pew)

These shoes on my feet made in London

I'm fuckin' this bitch from a whole 'nother country (uh)

I do what I wanna

Fuck it, I might just go blow me a hunnid' (Rex, Rex)

Yeah, I do what I wanna

Fuck it, I'm 'bout to go blow me a hunnid' (Rex, Rex)

My party long, fat, punkin' (party long, fat)

Rocks on my chain, punchin' (rock my chain)

These shoes on my feet made in London

I'm fuckin' this bitch from a whole 'nother country (uh)

I do what I wanna

Fuck it, I might just go blow me a hunnid' (Rex, Rex)

Yeah, I do what I wanna

Fuck it, I'm 'bout to go blow me a hunnid' (I'ma go, go, go, go)

Yeah, I got a whole lot of money (Rex)

Hundred K to me, ain't nothin' (lil' shit)

I just wanna spit that lil' shit down Clothi

If you had this shit around my neck, it'd double it

I leave racks in my pocket, they think I print counterfeits

Pockets stay fake 'cause I stay with a bankroll

Can't ride somethin' foreign with a foreign bitch ridin' on a passenger

With a crew face, fat ass, a camel toe (ayy)

Eyes on my earth, I got the size of a kangaroo

Don't hide the bitch when you see me, she see me, won't have a ho

Miss **** by, I got a trap out her outer hose

Told me to turn on my neck, need another bro

Giggin' off at a lil' ****, I don't snort coke

Sellin' more gas out my trap than a mouth cold

I'm killin' shit, they tryna put me on death row

I done fed more to my dawgs than petco (yeah, yeah)

My potty long, fat, punkin' (woo)

Racks on my chain, punchin' (psh, psh, psh)

These shoes on my feet made in London

I'm fuckin' this bitch from a whole 'nother country (uh)

I do what I wanna

Fuck her, I might just go blow me a hunnid' (rack, rack)

Yeah, I do what I wanna

Fuck her, I'm 'bout to go blow me a hunnid' (rack, rack)

My potty long, fat, punkin' (I know)

Racks on my chain, punchin' (racks on my chain)

These shoes on my feet made in London

I'm fuckin' this bitch from a whole 'nother country (uh)

I do what I wanna

Fuck her, I might just go blow me a hunnid' (rack, rack)

Yeah, I do what I wanna

Fuck her, I'm 'bout to go blow me a hunnid' (rack, rack)

Tell me what's a hunnid', Kane (what's that, ****?)

Swear to God, I can show a **** how to get rich a hunnid ways (there ain't nothin' to lose)

I'm stuck from paper to my pocket, every day like a fold

Rockin' one, two, three, four, turn around my shows (I can tell you, ****)

Yeah, I taste a lot of cheese, but I never been a rat (nope)

Never heard a **** say grits ain't foldable, uh

Pull up big body, been every time I roll up

Tone gave me head with a full-on corolla

I take a fish with the cali and load up

Ain't tryna shop with your ass, I ain't just grow up

Pocket on swole, I'm tryna get 'em swole

Pretendin' I'm eatin', my stomach done blowed up

Start trappin' off Jones, still trappin', I'm over

I'll gas, no brake, my truck never slow, look

My pockets on fat, pumpin'

Brunch on my chain, punchin'

These shoes on my feet made in London

I'm fuckin' this bitch from a whole 'nother country (oh)

I do what I wanna

Fuck her, I'm 'bout to go blow me a hunnid' (rack, rack)

Yeah, I do what I wanna

Fuck her, I'm 'bout to go blow me a hunnid' (rack, rack)

Bitch

Cam-cam on

You know what I'm sayin'?

Go get the money, ****