Doe-Active

They mad, they mad

They mad, why they mad?

They mad, and they mad

They mad, they mad

They mad, they mad

They mad, and they mad

You mad, you and you mad

I'm balling, balling, yeah I'm shot calling

Gotta brush the gold grills

When I wake in the morning

You can smell that champagne

When a **** be yawnin'

And I'm straight shitting on you

'Cause it's lyric colonic

Got a hundred dollar bill

For every bump on your face

I got a hundred dollar bill

For every bump on your face

I got a hundred dollar bill

For every bump on your face

I got a hundred dollar bill

For every bump on your face

I got a hundred dollar bill

For every bump on your face

Then I looked at your mama

Like damn your son's a disgrace

I got a hundred dollar bill

For every bump on your face

I'm tryina clean my house

I walkie talkie my maid

I got a hundred dollar bill

For every bump on your face

This shit make no sense, I got taste

Girls come to my house to have an orgy parade

I just hit 'em like this and leave 'em horny for days

My daddy said I'm a prince

Now I'm a king

He sacrificed and went to heaven

Now I'm living his dream

You gotta walk like this

You gotta talk like that

I talked this shit into existence

Now my stock's on racks

I got stacks on stacks, stacks on racks

Racks on top of stacks

And stacks on top of them racks

Move like that on them cats

Move like that and get smacked

I wipe a hundred on my momma

I'm using that like Proac'

I got a hundred dollar bill

To get the bump off your face

I got a hundred dollar bill

To get them bumps off your face

I got a hundred dollar bill

To get the bumps off your face

Got a hundred dollar bill

To get these bumps off your face

Use these hundred dollar bills

To get these bumps off your face

Now use these hundred dollar bills

To get these bumps off your face

I got a hundred dollar bill

To get these bumps off your face

Got a hundred dollar, goddamn

Now I'm looking through the window

And the sky so blue

Looking through the window and my grass so green

Looking through my window, hold on I know you

Hold up, is that Adam Levine?

Adam Levine, I got a hundred

Adam Levine, I got a hundred

Adam Levine, I got a hundred

Adam Levine, I got a hundred

I'm balling, balling, I'm shot calling

Gotta brush the gold grills

When I wake in the morning

You can smell that champagne

When a **** be yawning

And I'm straight shitting on you

'Cause it's lyric colonic

Got a hundred dollar bill

For every bump on your face

I got a hundred dollar bill

For every bump on your face

I got a hundred dollar bill

For every bump on your face

I got a hundred dollar bill

For every bump on your face