100 Bags (Feat. Don Toliver)
Larry June
3:04Tired of all this motherfuckin' talkin' shit You niggas know who really do this shit Quit playin' with me Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Drop top on a summer day, 40k, all cash (uh, uh) Lookin' out the window of this jet (damn) I know time'll pass I used to fuck with baby girl But knew that it would never last (weird) 'Cause I be on some other shit (man) On a whole 'nother planet Goin' through these documents (numbers) Shootin' like Stojakovic (uh) Stones with the paperwork I'm just bein' optimistic I'm just bein' confident (man) I just keep droppin' shit (man) I just keep coppin' shit (uh) I ain't gotta pop my shit Bouncin' like a trampoline (man) Hotter than some matches and some gasoline (uh, ayy) Hotter than a mink in a thousand degrees Summertime packin' the heat This shit can get crazy Nigga better stay on feet (yeah) 'Cause shit been changin' Prices is higher, dollar is droppin' (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) I count it precisely, I need the profit (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) I'm feelin' like Malcolm, totin' a rifle (damn, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Bike seven miles, then back to the dollar (uh, 'preciate you) Let's get this money, nigga We ain't doin' no lil' shit Bike seven miles, then back to the dollar Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Niggas out here crashin' out over the buns Bike seven miles, then back to the dollar Nigga, what's your R.O.i., nigga? Bike seven miles, then back to the dollar Shit gotta make sense, bitch Bike seven miles, then back to the dollar (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Goddamn Uh, sock it to me Good job, ayy, ayy, ayy Damn, good job Sock it to me Uh, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, damn