Whole 100
Think it's a game
Ooh, huh
Too much bands, nigga can't hold up his pants
Hit the club doin' my dance
I been gettin' way too money, trappin' all night
So I give the bitch pipe when I can
I been on way too many desert flights
So the pilot and the flight attendants know who I am
Used to serve grams out a grey Dodge van
Even back then, I was doin' my dance
Even my teachers said I wouldn't be shit
Even my priest said I wouldn't be shit
That's why I spent that much on my wrist
That's why I spent that much on your bitch
I'm the same nigga, I ain't never had shit
I'm the same young nigga that was gettin' wick'
Better not think this shit no lick
I can make one call, get your whole shit flipped, bitch
Yeah
Young nigga walk around with a whole hundred on him, goddamn (Ooh shit, goddamn, goddamn)
Young nigga walk around with a whole hundred bands (Shit, shit)
Hit the strip club, these bitches know just who I am (Hah, it's Q Money)
Hit the strip club, blow that money like a fan (Ain't shit funny)
Got too much bands (Yeah)
Battle of the bands in my pants (It's goin')
Nigga, you a fan (Goddamn)
I'm poppin' shit like a Xan', poppin' shit, Perc-10 (Yeah)
Private jet when I land (Private jet)
Palm trees in the sand (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bought a new FN
Hit you and your mans (Fire, fire)
What the fuck is you sayin'? (Fire, fire)
Fuck is you sayin'? (Huh)
Niggas counted me out, I was sleepin' on the couch
Why the fuck was you doubtin'? Yeah
Keep a nine on me, no golf, yeah
Nigga had to find his way out, yeah
Nigga had to take a different route
Fuck around, got a deal, then moved to the South (Think It's a Game)
Yeah, I was tryna make my mama proud
Remember when her ass used to kick me out
Now I'm 'bout to fuck around, buy a new house
And guess what? Still gon' fuck on her couch
Fuck 'round, get my mouth bustdown
My grandma told me to invest in my smile
Brand new Rollie with a Arabic dial
Bought a bracelet 'cause the other hand felt left out
Two-tone Cuban on my neck right now
Just like my wrist, your bitch bustdown, yeah
Yeah
Young nigga walk around with a whole hundred on him, goddamn (Goddamn, goddamn)
Young nigga walk around with a whole hundred bands (That's a fact, nigga)
Hit the strip club, these bitches know just who I am (It's Q Money)
Hit the strip club, blow that money like a fan (Ain't shit funny)
Got too much bands (Yeah)
Battle of the bands in my pants
Nigga, you a fan (For real)
I'm poppin' shit like a Xan', poppin' shit, Perc-10 (Ten)
Private jet when I land (Land, land)
Palm trees in the sand
Bought a new FN (Fire)
Hit you and your mans (Fire)
What the fuck is you sayin'? (Fire)
Fuck is you sayin'?
Ooh, huh
Too much bands, nigga can't hold up his pants
Hit the club doin' my dance
I been gettin' way too money, trappin' all night
So I give the bitch pipe when I can
I been on way too many desert flights
So the pilot and the flight attendants know who I am
Used to serve grams out a grey Dodge van
Even back then, I was doin' my dance
Even my teachers said I wouldn't be shit
Even my priest said I wouldn't be shit
That's why I spent that much on my wrist
That's why I spent that much on your bitch
I'm the same nigga, I ain't never had shit
I'm the same young nigga that was gettin' wick'
Better not think this shit no lick
I can make one call, get your whole shit flipped, bitch
Yeah
Young nigga walk around with a whole hundred on him, goddamn (Ooh shit, goddamn, goddamn)
Young nigga walk around with a whole hundred bands (Shit, shit)
Hit the strip club, these bitches know just who I am (Hah, it's Q Money)
Hit the strip club, blow that money like a fan (Ain't shit funny)
Got too much bands (Yeah)
Battle of the bands in my pants (It's goin')
Nigga, you a fan (Goddamn)
I'm poppin' shit like a Xan', poppin' shit, Perc-10 (Yeah)
Private jet when I land (Private jet)
Palm trees in the sand (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bought a new FN
Hit you and your mans (Fire, fire)
What the fuck is you sayin'? (Fire, fire)
Fuck is you sayin'? (Huh)
Niggas counted me out, I was sleepin' on the couch
Why the fuck was you doubtin'? Yeah
Keep a nine on me, no golf, yeah
Nigga had to find his way out, yeah
Nigga had to take a different route
Fuck around, got a deal, then moved to the South (Think It's a Game)
Yeah, I was tryna make my mama proud
Remember when her ass used to kick me out
Now I'm 'bout to fuck around, buy a new house
And guess what? Still gon' fuck on her couch
Fuck 'round, get my mouth bustdown
My grandma told me to invest in my smile
Brand new Rollie with a Arabic dial
Bought a bracelet 'cause the other hand felt left out
Two-tone Cuban on my neck right now
Just like my wrist, your bitch bustdown, yeah
Yeah
Young nigga walk around with a whole hundred on him, goddamn (Goddamn, goddamn)
Young nigga walk around with a whole hundred bands (That's a fact, nigga)
Hit the strip club, these bitches know just who I am (It's Q Money)
Hit the strip club, blow that money like a fan (Ain't shit funny)
Got too much bands (Yeah)
Battle of the bands in my pants
Nigga, you a fan (For real)
I'm poppin' shit like a Xan', poppin' shit, Perc-10 (Ten)
Private jet when I land (Land, land)
Palm trees in the sand
Bought a new FN (Fire)
Hit you and your mans (Fire)
What the fuck is you sayin'? (Fire)
Fuck is you sayin'?
Credits
Writer(s): Bobby Turner, Qamar Williams
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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