100

I've seen bitches treat me like I'm God but that's what you desire
I've seen niggas scam for all they cash 'cause that's what you require
Bitch, I swear that's new attire
Money up, no multiplier
You can't catch me where I'm going
Private jet, these hoes can't find us
Before she didn't notice me
Now she Uber Eats groceries
I'm like baby, can you hold it please?
She wanna roll in Grabba Leaf
I saw your girl follow me
Make her sign a policy
Bitch I'm next, no probably
Different girls, apologies

Girl you just one of the many, got 99 others
And the bag hold racks, yeah this a Goyard duffel
Hit a 100 on the drop, I did it all in the summer
I been counting hundreds, boy I'm always up to something

Now watch me pull up in a Benz
In the coupe, how we fittin' your friends?
If I fuck again, I want revenge
All the dirty money I got cleansed
And I didn't know she was upset
Money came in now I'm obsessed
Different bitch come in, I forget
And 3 of them wanna have sex
And she expect me to be in her life
Well first, can you be in mine?
Got too many hoes I can't lie
Got to wait at the back of the line
And she love all my songs, yeah I'm fire
Off a perc when I fuck, never tired
I expect niggas be wearing some wires
'Cause these niggas be bitches, they liars

I've seen bitches treat me like I'm God but that's what you desire
I've seen niggas scam for all they cash 'cause that's what you require
Bitch, I swear that's new attire
Money up, no multiplier
You can't catch me where I'm going
Private jet, these hoes can't find us
Before she didn't notice me
Now she Uber Eats groceries
I'm like baby, can you hold it please?
She wanna roll in Grabba Leaf
I saw your girl follow me
Make her sign a policy
Bitch I'm next, no probably
Different girls, apologies

Yeah, yeah
I know French, not kidding
Got a foreign bitch with me from Finland
And she suck it like she want my children
Bring the wok, I got thots out in Poland
I put wax in the raw when I'm smokin'
Put the ash in her face when we fuck
Think I'm playing, I fuck from the front
Fake wok, what you sip on is juice
There's no seal, that's far from the truth
Pour a lot cause I share in the stu'
I spent hundreds on designer and shoes
Yea, I just started the wave y'all can't float
From Long Island I'm used to these hoes
We can take a pic, I won't repost
Face ain't in the pic I'm a ghost

I've seen bitches treat me like I'm God but that's what you desire
I've seen niggas scam for all they cash 'cause that's what you require
Bitch, I swear that's new attire
Money up, no multiplier
You can't catch me where I'm going
Private jet, these hoes can't find us
Before she didn't notice me
Now she Uber Eats groceries
I'm like baby, can you hold it please?
She wanna roll in Grabba Leaf
I saw your girl follow me
Make her sign a policy
Bitch I'm next, no probably
Different girls, apologies

Girl you just one of the many, got 99 others
And the bag hold racks, yeah this a Goyard duffel
Hit a 100 on the drop, I did it all in the summer
I been counting hundreds, boy I'm always up to something



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Writer(s): Timothy Brown
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