Lyrics:
got me thinkin'
When it's my time to go
The end of my road
I hope it looks like this
Two hundred cars
Stretched out as far
As the hearts I
on a mission,
For the money, you can get it too, it's all about yo' ambition,
Play yo' position, provide the plans, and follow procedures,
In the six-hundred
you are, and this is where I am
Somewhere between unsure and a hundred
It's hard, I must confess
I'm banking on the rest to clear away
'Cause we have
go from here
Where do we go from here
(Take it all you need me)
Nobody gave me nothing
I made fifty of a pack
When I made a hundred
I ran
to a boss,
That's why I spent three hundred on a cross!
Pink and yellow, that's the combination.
I know a skinny rapper out here player hating.
Cause I got
hundred bucks to shut my mouth
I'll never play Jacksonville
I'll never have that weird thrill
I'll never play Jacksonville again, again
The road was like
got a hundred dollars, let's fall in love
When I'm down with a worried mind
I walk around and wonder, Why is life so unkind?
But in this place
and fear.
A hundred hundred thousand
For a hundred thousand years
Are they in a better place,
Or do they lie unclaimed,
The heroes, the deserters,
on a mission,
For the money, you can get it too, it's all about yo' ambition,
Play yo' position, provide the plans, and follow procedures,
In the six-hundred
(Hundred bands for a Kilo, nigga)
(Yung Lan on the track)
You probably done boarded your plane right now
I'm tryna get through to you
You got
the
Lorton Furlough program
And brother Richard X of Buffalo
New York faces 13
Hundred-and-65 did he say, "One
Thousand, three hundred
And sixty-five years?"
the railroad line
I know she got off in Baltimore
A hundred and ten miles ain't much distance
But it sure do make a difference
I don't think she loves me anymore
the golden tints, Dunkaroos
Eight hundred horses in the Shelby when I'm comin' through
Tell a bitch I'm one of one, that mean we ain't one and two
Sippin'
crazy)
Had to stash twenty cash at the spot (a whole two hundred)
We done started from a little, made a lot (we made a lot)
I pull a whip, buss
bitch got my other necklace
It ain't nothing just to flex, bitch
Spend about 100k on my neck, bitch
Yea, ooh, that's a bet, bitch
Boolin' in
bad ass bitches
Got a hundred racks if you gon' backflip it
I ain't trippin', I got that cash
Baby, go and bounce that ass
I'll wiggle it, wiggle
nigga get a win for you
This could be us, keep it one hundred with you
This could be us, I'm with anything you wanna do
This could be us, this could be
of ducks
Hundred grand on the hand, Game got the range of trucks
Kill wit the deal, still got cane to cut
'Cause we Certified Gangstaz
We still in ages
tree
There's a hundred hearts soar free
Pumping blood to the roots of evil to keep it young
I'll be your mind
Is it safe to say that we've waited
going down to the store, boy
And get myself a dog
If I had a hundred dollars
I'd buy myself a gun
If I had a hundred dollars
I'd buy myself a gun
pulling weeds, mother callin me
I was hiding in the leaves
And the world looked fine as fas as I could see
From the top of the family tree
A hundred
to love you
Startin' right now I'm starting all over
Doin' what I should do
Should this be my last, or I've got a hundred years
From this day on I'm
of cheese that you can't grate (cheese)
100k plus for a show and I'm booked state to state (let's go)
Pinky ring big center stone with lil' VVS all around
I graduated out the trap, got my diploma ('ploma)
Always be myself, I'm never playing no persona ('sona)
Hundred dollar bills and Backwoods, my
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