100

Ha, woah, woah, yeah
Get the dough, get the, yeah, yeah
Haters go, haters go, yeah, me
20 a show, 20 a show, yeah
Get the blow, get the blow, yeah
You know I get the dro, get the dro
Hit me up, it's about 30 a bow, 30 a bow, woah
All you niggas actin' slow
Me, I go 100

I go skirt, skirt, in my new vert
Pop a perc, leavin' earth
Smokin' perc on my turf
I'm the first, on the first
Gettin' money since my birth
If you scared, go to church
Top got me like I'm Lurch
And yeah, I done did some shit I can't talk about
If I told you though
Probably have another judge around
So we keep it tight
Cause ain't nobody gonna walk up out
Most of y'all is fake
Here's a real one to call you out
Yeah, put it on the scale
Then I tee it, then I tee it
Real shit, nigga, you gotta see it
You gotta see it
Put some fluid in it
She anemic, she anemic
When I take her out
You know it's scenic, you know it's scenic
I was catchin' plays in the hoopty
Now I'm on the mic, gettin' moody
If we got a leak, I get the toolie
It's hard to know who with you, truly
Woah, woah, yeah

Get the dough, get the, yeah
Yeah, haters go, haters go, yeah
Me, 20 a show, 20 a show
Yeah, get the blow, get the, yeah
You know I get the dro, get the dro
Hit me up, it's about 30 a bow
All you niggas actin' slow
Me, I go 100



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Writer(s): Ricardo Mercado
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