100K
Yeah
Talk bout' me behind my back I hear it
I hear them, I hear them, I hear them
You can't be testin' me
I spend a hundred thousand on a Patek and you want to talk to me
If you had a hundred thousand dollars you would invest it, now rest in peace
Yeah, go to your funeral
Made a song but never wrote it though
Ghost did write that music, oh
Never got a Patek or a hundred that's a metaphor
All the things I could've dreamed of, I could endure
I'm livin' my dream and I came here to stay
Been number one like Rick Ross
Take my orders I'm the big boss
I am the kid you don't cross
I'll ruin your life in a song, yeah that's what happens when you don't look
My neighbors think I'm crazy
But it doesn't faze me
I'm screamin' but they don't know that the Auto-Tune saves me
Now it's on your playlist
Your party goin' apeshit
Hope that you apologize cause one day I'll be famous
Hundred thousand on a check
Hundred thousand on my neck
Hundred thousand, now a hundred thousand on the rest
Hundred thousand that I flex
Hundred thousand, now a hundred thousand that I get
Lost a hundred thousand on a bet
Spent a hundred thousand on a jet
Hundred thousand and I earn the bread
Take all the pieces from my heart then you keep them
Put em' all together with my money, shit was cheap then
Lost a few friends on the way, I don't need them
The real ones stayed, oh my god, can't believe them
Got em' caught up in the play like a run down
My song it on repeat till sundown
Trick the planes, call me Bow Wow
Bad lil bitch with her tongue out
Okay
Momma, momma I made it
RIP Mac Miller, RIP the greatest
RIP Lil Peep, never like the fake shit, okay
Hey, never like the fake shit, but you playin' games
Swerve left, swerve right, all girls are the same
Why did I give her everything?
Sleep inside my car, but my car, is a Wraith
Hundred thousand on a check
Hundred thousand on my neck
Hundred thousand, now a hundred thousand on the rest
Hundred thousand that I flex
Hundred thousand, now a hundred thousand that I get
Lost a hundred thousand on a bet
Spent a hundred thousand on a jet
Hundred thousand and I earn the bread
Got like thirty dollars saved up, same luck
I got my Travis Scott's laced up
I'm jumpin' around and I'm aimin' at them and I go for the head like it's Faze up
Touchdown Russell Wilson, tall like stilts
And icy diamonds, on my neck, flood the building
I hit that ball out of the park like I'm Yelich call me twenty-two cause my skills are stupid Aye
Shoutout Tyla, why you unfollow me
You won like fifty-mil off of that lottery
I'm winnin' the veto and takin' myself off the block
I'm just playin' my cards like Monopoly
Playin' my cards, I am a king
Maximum four cause I sleep in a queen
It'll be full once you sleepin' with me
Don't know if this is who I want to be, yeah
In the night, I hear 'em talk, hear them talk
The coldest story ever told, ever told
In the night, I hear 'em talk, hear them talk, yeah
The coldest story ever told
Talk bout' me behind my back I hear it
I hear them, I hear them, I hear them
You can't be testin' me
I spend a hundred thousand on a Patek and you want to talk to me
If you had a hundred thousand dollars you would invest it, now rest in peace
Yeah, go to your funeral
Made a song but never wrote it though
Ghost did write that music, oh
Never got a Patek or a hundred that's a metaphor
All the things I could've dreamed of, I could endure
I'm livin' my dream and I came here to stay
Been number one like Rick Ross
Take my orders I'm the big boss
I am the kid you don't cross
I'll ruin your life in a song, yeah that's what happens when you don't look
My neighbors think I'm crazy
But it doesn't faze me
I'm screamin' but they don't know that the Auto-Tune saves me
Now it's on your playlist
Your party goin' apeshit
Hope that you apologize cause one day I'll be famous
Hundred thousand on a check
Hundred thousand on my neck
Hundred thousand, now a hundred thousand on the rest
Hundred thousand that I flex
Hundred thousand, now a hundred thousand that I get
Lost a hundred thousand on a bet
Spent a hundred thousand on a jet
Hundred thousand and I earn the bread
Take all the pieces from my heart then you keep them
Put em' all together with my money, shit was cheap then
Lost a few friends on the way, I don't need them
The real ones stayed, oh my god, can't believe them
Got em' caught up in the play like a run down
My song it on repeat till sundown
Trick the planes, call me Bow Wow
Bad lil bitch with her tongue out
Okay
Momma, momma I made it
RIP Mac Miller, RIP the greatest
RIP Lil Peep, never like the fake shit, okay
Hey, never like the fake shit, but you playin' games
Swerve left, swerve right, all girls are the same
Why did I give her everything?
Sleep inside my car, but my car, is a Wraith
Hundred thousand on a check
Hundred thousand on my neck
Hundred thousand, now a hundred thousand on the rest
Hundred thousand that I flex
Hundred thousand, now a hundred thousand that I get
Lost a hundred thousand on a bet
Spent a hundred thousand on a jet
Hundred thousand and I earn the bread
Got like thirty dollars saved up, same luck
I got my Travis Scott's laced up
I'm jumpin' around and I'm aimin' at them and I go for the head like it's Faze up
Touchdown Russell Wilson, tall like stilts
And icy diamonds, on my neck, flood the building
I hit that ball out of the park like I'm Yelich call me twenty-two cause my skills are stupid Aye
Shoutout Tyla, why you unfollow me
You won like fifty-mil off of that lottery
I'm winnin' the veto and takin' myself off the block
I'm just playin' my cards like Monopoly
Playin' my cards, I am a king
Maximum four cause I sleep in a queen
It'll be full once you sleepin' with me
Don't know if this is who I want to be, yeah
In the night, I hear 'em talk, hear them talk
The coldest story ever told, ever told
In the night, I hear 'em talk, hear them talk, yeah
The coldest story ever told
Credits
Writer(s): Roman Rzeszutko
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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