Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Hundred bands, hundred bands dropped on the head of any **** want it, man
Pop me a Xannie, I'm fast, I'm so fast, I'm so faster than Sonic, man
True the man, true the man, true to my ****, true religion, Buddha man
My money stack tall as Ludacris afro and I swear I'ma shoot with that
I just hit for nine birds, what I'ma do with that?
Pull up on the curb, then you hop out and be through with that
I'm so fresh, like dish detergent, if you not fresh, she so through with that
If you are a nerd, everything here, you not cool with that
[Verse 2]
Yes, you not cool, no, you not, boo (What?)
I don't give no damn, I'm not calling you boo
My bitch, she a jewel
You can't prove a point, but you know you so doomed
You know you so doomed
I swear, I'm so lost with no clue
Don't know what to do
Overload, overload, I overload on these ****
Ain't know how to milk these cows
She made that dick grow, now it's big like a tower
Yow, front pockets filled up with bands, no Bible
[Verse 3]
Hundred bands, hundred bands dropped on the head of any **** want it, man
Pop me a Xannie, I'm fast, I'm so fast, I'm so faster than Sonic, man
True the man, true the man, true to my ****, true religion, Buddha man
My money stack tall as Ludacris afro and I swear I'ma shoot with that
I just hit for nine birds, what I'ma do with that?
Pull up on the curb, then you hop out and be through with that
I'm so fresh, like dish detergent, if you not fresh, she so through with that
If you are a nerd, everything here, you not cool with that
[Verse 4]
Pull up, hop out the block, they tucking they tail like a hooter clan
Dressed in all black, I'm always on the road, just like a Uber man
We wrappin' and sendin' them packs, soon as they land, we movin' 'em
Blame it on the OG's, they influenced me on everything
Ain't gonna count , ****, I ain't just met money, ****
I put lipstick on the 'Rari, she say that's delicious
Who that is in that Crown Vic? He looks suspicious
I just jugged a hundred pounds, I made a
[Verse 5]
Hundred bands, hundred bands dropped on the head of any **** want it, man
Pop me a Xannie, I'm fast, I'm so fast, I'm so faster than Sonic, man
True the man, true the man, true to my ****, true religion, Buddha man
My money stack tall as Ludacris afro and I swear I'ma shoot with that
I just hit for nine birds, what I'ma do with that?
Pull up on the curb, then you hop out and be through with that
I'm so fresh, like dish detergent, if you not fresh, she so through with that
If you are a nerd, everything here, you not cool with that
[Verse 6]
Yeah, you not cool with that
You know you not cool with that
You know you not cool with that
Yeah
Written by: Jeffery Williams, London Holmes, Michael L. Williams