Blow'n Hundeds

Gone
DuB... Kloud
I flew the jet to LA
I had to get to dat cake
I'm on my way
Me and DuB got a DuB on us
Smokin woods wit da club owner
(Yeah)
Started wit dem 20's
Threw dem D's on dat Bh
Focused on a mill
Breakin bread gettin rich
I had to do it no Nike
I ain't lookin for a wifey
Cuz I'm married to da money na
Blow'n Hundeds after hundeds na
(yeah)
Kloud 9 na all day
Born for greatness came along way
All DuB's that's a long K
Blow'n Hundeds like da song say
Wait
Steady countin that cake
If she lookin for a good time
Please send her my way
I'm a beat da py like wilder
When she say my name She scream louder
Got money stashed in like 6 spots
My wrist froze, Yo st not
Band after band steady countin up
Oven mit, wit da heater tucked
Still hungry we ain't had enough
Scraping plates, Yea we had it rough
Beat da block til dat paper came
Diamonds all in my pinky rang
Behind tint, them Versace frames
Blow'n Hundeds, jus to ease da pain
Switch it up, switch it up
Yea I had to switch it up
Make it rain in da party
Watch dem bs pick it up
Yeah, Yeah
Cuz dey fk'n wit a boss na
And u can't die wit dis money
So fk da cost na
Dn Wait
Think I jus filled up da safe
Chop'n dem grams on da plate
Out of state coming back wit da weight
Floss'n, knowin dey hate
Real na G Day, Blow'n his cake
Sour Dies straight to the face
Big face Hundeds, straight to da bank
I flew the jet to LA
I had to get to dat cake
I'm on my way
Me and DuB got a DuB on us
Smokin woods wit da club owner
(Yeah)
Started wit dem 20's
Threw dem D's on dat Bh
Focused on a mill
Breakin bread gettin rich
I had to do it no Nike
I ain't lookin for a wifey
Cuz I'm married to da money na
Blow'n Hundeds after hundeds na
(yeah)
Kloud 9 na all day
Born for greatness came along way
All DuB's that's a long K
Blow'n Hundeds like da song say
Yeah
Best believe I got the gang wit me
And we don't do no talkin
They up and then we spark'n
Call up Tooley
He gon make it happen
Na
Me and DuB in da back Trap'n
Big face on dem blue bills
Still spin'n like sum new wheels
Plus da bows vacuumed sealed
Playa made on sum boss st
Paid attention aint cost st
Bet u one thang
That dough flip
And that thick bh gon eat dk
Yeah
I be in and out of banks
Say dey got it
Bh we got it
We gon pull up in a tank
Yeah
Say I be in and out of banks
Say dey got it
Bh we got it
My st water, this a Patek
Big stacks, naw dey dont fold
Icey watch
Bh so cold
Young na, but da pockets grown
Trap star Tote'n two phones
Ball hard
Fk who got next
Money talks, told em cut da check
Diamonds shine that's a slight flex
Owe it all 2 dat Pyrex (yeah)
I flew the jet to LA
I had to get to dat cake
I'm on my way
Me and DuB got a DuB on us
Smokin woods wit da club owner
(Yeah)
Started wit dem 20's
Threw dem D's on dat Bh
Focused on a mill
Breakin bread gettin rich
I had to do it no Nike
I ain't lookin for a wifey
Cuz I'm married to da money na
Blow'n Hundeds after hundeds na
(yeah)
Kloud 9 na all day
Born for greatness came along way
All DuB's that's a long K
Blow'n Hundeds like da song say



Credits
Writer(s): Quentin Wickliffe, Michael Mcknight, Gregory Mcdowell
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