1st Hunnid Bands
(Dee, you poppin' your shit, nigga)
My first hundred bands
Thank the hood for my first hundred grand
For motivational purposes only
Was runnin' plays for my first hundred bands
Let's thank the J's for my first hundred grand
I Showed U So
My first hundred grand, thought I was a millionaire
My first hundred P's in the whip, can barely fit in there (woo, Gangsta)
Ten stacks of tens stacked in rubber bands (bands)
Fives, tens, and twenties, my first hundred grand (grand)
I grew up with nothin' (nothin'), watched my mama suffer (damn)
Idolized my father (father), looked up to my brother (brother)
Both of them were hustlers (hustlers), both of them were gangstеrs (Gangster, Gangsta)
Grandview Elemеntary, in sixth grade, I had a banger (pow)
Always had a problem (problem), couldn't deal with my anger (couldn't deal with my anger)
Never talk 'round bitches (shh), never spoke 'round strangers (quiet)
I wanted to get money somehow, I ended up famous (how?)
But God know, my first hundred thousand came from slingling (yeah)
Lord knows, I never been a pussy nigga, ain't I?
My favorite room in the house the kitchen
Never goin' broke 'bout no bitches (never)
It's a difference 'tween gettin' money and trickin'
$100K on my missus
It's a difference when you playin' with a hundred million
My first hundred grand (grand), thought I was a millionaire (I am)
My first hundred P's (hundred P's) in the whip, can barely fit in there (woo)
Ten stacks of tens stacked in rubber bands (that's a hundred)
Fives, tens, and twenties, my first hundred grand (a hundred)
My first hundred grand (Hundred) thought I was a millionaire
My first hundred P's in the whip, can barely fit in there (woo)
Ten stacks of tens stacked in rubber bands (that's a huncho)
Fives, tens, and twenties, my first hundred grand (yeah)
Started with an ounce (oz), better yet, a half (half)
Nigga, I'm talkin' 14 grams still in the bag (Plastic)
Four O's in a split (split), it's one-twenty-five (woo)
That's a half a quarter (Quarter), I pay 25 (cash)
Now I got a nine (nine), that's a quarter ki' (ki')
I feel like the plug (I am), you can buy it off of me
Got a half a chicken (a chicken), got fronted a half a chicken (give me that)
Now I got a brick (a what?) standin' in the kitchen (woo)
Microwave tricks, niggas showed my how to whip it (Whip it)
Summertime, I ran up a cool quarter ticket
I ain't fuck it up (what I do?), re'd up, flipped it (what I do?)
Re'd up, flipped it (flipped it), re'd up, flipped it (flipped it)
My first hundred grand (grand), thought I was a millionaire (I am)
My first hundred P's in the whip, can barely fit in there (woo)
Ten stacks of tens stacked in rubber bands
Fives, tens, and twenties, my first hundred grand
My first hundred grand, thought I was a millionaire (I am)
My first hundred P's in the whip, can barely fit in there
Ten stacks of tens stacked in rubber bands (that's a huncho)
Fives, tens, and twenties, my first hundred grand (yeah)
(Dee, you poppin' your shit, nigga)
Gangsta Grizzilz
Hundred grand or more these days for me to talk that shit on your mixtape
And that's just pocket money
My first hundred bands
Thank the hood for my first hundred grand
For motivational purposes only
Was runnin' plays for my first hundred bands
Let's thank the J's for my first hundred grand
I Showed U So
My first hundred grand, thought I was a millionaire
My first hundred P's in the whip, can barely fit in there (woo, Gangsta)
Ten stacks of tens stacked in rubber bands (bands)
Fives, tens, and twenties, my first hundred grand (grand)
I grew up with nothin' (nothin'), watched my mama suffer (damn)
Idolized my father (father), looked up to my brother (brother)
Both of them were hustlers (hustlers), both of them were gangstеrs (Gangster, Gangsta)
Grandview Elemеntary, in sixth grade, I had a banger (pow)
Always had a problem (problem), couldn't deal with my anger (couldn't deal with my anger)
Never talk 'round bitches (shh), never spoke 'round strangers (quiet)
I wanted to get money somehow, I ended up famous (how?)
But God know, my first hundred thousand came from slingling (yeah)
Lord knows, I never been a pussy nigga, ain't I?
My favorite room in the house the kitchen
Never goin' broke 'bout no bitches (never)
It's a difference 'tween gettin' money and trickin'
$100K on my missus
It's a difference when you playin' with a hundred million
My first hundred grand (grand), thought I was a millionaire (I am)
My first hundred P's (hundred P's) in the whip, can barely fit in there (woo)
Ten stacks of tens stacked in rubber bands (that's a hundred)
Fives, tens, and twenties, my first hundred grand (a hundred)
My first hundred grand (Hundred) thought I was a millionaire
My first hundred P's in the whip, can barely fit in there (woo)
Ten stacks of tens stacked in rubber bands (that's a huncho)
Fives, tens, and twenties, my first hundred grand (yeah)
Started with an ounce (oz), better yet, a half (half)
Nigga, I'm talkin' 14 grams still in the bag (Plastic)
Four O's in a split (split), it's one-twenty-five (woo)
That's a half a quarter (Quarter), I pay 25 (cash)
Now I got a nine (nine), that's a quarter ki' (ki')
I feel like the plug (I am), you can buy it off of me
Got a half a chicken (a chicken), got fronted a half a chicken (give me that)
Now I got a brick (a what?) standin' in the kitchen (woo)
Microwave tricks, niggas showed my how to whip it (Whip it)
Summertime, I ran up a cool quarter ticket
I ain't fuck it up (what I do?), re'd up, flipped it (what I do?)
Re'd up, flipped it (flipped it), re'd up, flipped it (flipped it)
My first hundred grand (grand), thought I was a millionaire (I am)
My first hundred P's in the whip, can barely fit in there (woo)
Ten stacks of tens stacked in rubber bands
Fives, tens, and twenties, my first hundred grand
My first hundred grand, thought I was a millionaire (I am)
My first hundred P's in the whip, can barely fit in there
Ten stacks of tens stacked in rubber bands (that's a huncho)
Fives, tens, and twenties, my first hundred grand (yeah)
(Dee, you poppin' your shit, nigga)
Gangsta Grizzilz
Hundred grand or more these days for me to talk that shit on your mixtape
And that's just pocket money
Credits
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, William Boyette
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