Hundreds Dont Lie

We got sticks in the whip and its 10 for his life
Fell in love with the money cuz the hundreds don't lie
How you always sittin in the trap gettin high
I just got another glick we ain't shootin for the sky
We got sticks in the whip and its 10 for his life
Fell in love with the money cuz the hundreds don't lie
How you always sittin in the trap gettin high
I just got another glick we ain't shootin for the sky

I be riding presidential in a big whip
How you empty out the 30 you ain't hit shit
I be fillin up my pocket with them strips bitch
And I keep stacking all the racks I'm gettin big rich
Why he tryna short my bread I gotta go back
Im in the club with them strippers and they throw ass
A different hoe the same day she don't know that
Said he a P but he don't know where his hoes at
So what you doin with your life
I heard you in the trap gettin high
Im in the studio I'm tryna catch a vibe
I wanna a whip that I don't even gotta drive
I heard the whip the 200 I gotta run it up
And that shawty a demon I told her fuck it up
He tryna rob the kid I never knew he was dumb enough
Gave the shooter 10 and he got it so I ain't runnin up
Yeah yeah and big money big bucks
She in my pocket only time that she in love
I gotta aim because I'm runnin outta slugs
She want a hug but I won't even dap her up
I said I'm cold like that yeah
I need a 7 lemme roll for that
I don't wanna tote the strap
But I gotta and its seal team 6 with the sixth man the shotta

We got sticks in the whip and its 10 for his life
Fell in love with the money cuz the hundreds don't lie
How you always sittin in the trap gettin high
I just got another glick we ain't shootin for the sky
We got sticks in the whip and its 10 for his life
Fell in love with the money cuz the hundreds don't lie
How you always sittin in the trap gettin high
I just got another glick we ain't shootin for the sky



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Writer(s): Christopher Creamer
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