Lyrics:
the waitress
Then pop Clicquot for all of y'all that tried to play us
Four fifty-five, I drive by doin' a hundred (Hussle, dedicated to all you niggas)
Stretchers
Mind
Dollar bills all on my mind
Dollar bills all on my mind
Dollar bills all on my mind
come up, sort of a nice Vic
Kinda of crazy
c few ice cubes short of an ice pick
Yvette your bottom dollar that my knife sticks
I just Yolo'd a 100
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
wrote it myself by the way (amen)
Yo Young, Jeezy (amen)
Jizzle, Snowman (amen)
We gotta give the streets what they want man (amen)
Fuck the god damn
by the way
Yo Young, Jeezy, Jizzle, Snowman
We gotta give the streets what they want man
Fuck the god damn sheet man
You gotta get it in bruh
hundred dollar bills are like baller I-D
And I get under niggas skin
They should call me I-V
But if you try me nigga
I will be your caller I-D
And that
throwin' up-, uh (hold on)
In the club throwin' up dollar bills (hey)
Little baddie on time, let me kill (baddie)
I'm the Hood Fav', so I gotta be real
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
Me an' Earl was haulin' chickens on a flatbed out of Wiggins, and we'd spent all night on the uphill side of thirty-seven
Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels
Write a book full of medicine and generate mills
Tour the album,
back
How you dissing , you know the gang, bitch, you lie, but you know we shoot the trap
Tryna walk a dollar for a hundred gloss, I shoot a mask
Got
though
We wax Ajax niggas with a axe, Maxamill
You could crash a meal, got you back steel
Scold em and fold em like the thousand dollar bills
Sit back
was a hell of a sprite
Big dawg COD jetflight high as a kite that was a hell of a night
100 k to make the chest glow
Got a dollar like Creflo
Wrist
to Japan
If I had a million dollars
I'd flip it like an acrobat
If I had a million dollars
Man fuck a million dollars, want a hundred million dollars
Cause
down,
I'm puttin' all y'all to sleep so put on your night gown,
Some tattoos and a ice grill don't make you real,
These cats be actin' frauder than a 4
days, plus the bullion eggs
Got Creme Anglaise with the hot fudge
That's not much
Yeah I make it every week off rhymin'
Hundred dollars on the bill
my name in the game in bold face
Nowadays, a hundred thousand dollars feels like no payment
So jaded, real gold, I used to wear gold-plated
That's
and spend like a
Man below your belt
Me, I always had, so I never go for self
Had thousand dollar bills
With Teddy Roosevelt
Better slow down, tellin' you now
tint 10 percent
Take me to sold out stages
Bring me lots of checks
Big bags of dollar bills, get all of us out of debt
Pay all of my peoples bills, kill
Yo
They did say shoot your shot but damn not like that Tory
Got some views on the W.A.P. that a whole other story
Been more dudes shot by cops, that
the beans long as the internet lets me
Skating on some thin ice, you could call the kid Gretzky
I believe in J. Christ, I ain’t scared of death, bet me
Every
to the hundreds way, I'm racing outta here (Pyoon)
Listen to this song, hope you hear this loud and clear (Ahem)
Lil Jack, y'all already know that, I'm official
told y'all young boys y'all need to take a chill pill
Momma use ta call me Billy Bob the seagull Bill Bill
I don't care about the hundred dollar bill boy
fucked up like the mice in cheese
Life's a B, Bentley and big bills
Bottles, biscuits, bitches, blunts, bad boys bodying pit bulls
Karate, black belt
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