tell, across Exxon by the shell Sense of urgency on the cell We gon' pick you up when ya flight land, we in a tight jam Me and Diddy fam sorta like his right hand
a hundred deep like Malcolm, Imagine Farrakhan, meets Babylon; Enemy of the state ? Verse 48, I?m goin psycho in this bitch, Nigga Norman Bates, And when I?m done goin hand
white Please Lord don't Let me go to jail tonight, yeah Who me? I'm a soul survivor Ask about 'em in the street The boy Jeez a rida A hundred grand
'ma have her and get all her friends Buzzin' Okay, hands in the air, yeah From the back to the front, everywhere Buzzin' Throwin' out 20's Throwin' out hundreds
[J. Cole - Chorus] Hey, one time hey, one time one time throw your hands to the sky tonight cause I think I see the baddest lil thing in the World right
things I wanna help you grow And for eternity I wanna be your what's happening What's happening [Incomprehensible] Can you clap your hands? Clap clap Can you clap your hands
(T.I.) My garage is flawless under a hundred thou aint allowed Maybach triple white like I'm riding in a cloud no denim on my seats, baby you gon' need
bout the basic stroll Hooking up my Cadillac, and upping my gold Throw in a blow job, they'll fuck off grands A hundred for a full hit, 50 for a hand
B dog to the table right now Yeah, we gon' push a real line right now See if y'all with this real gangsta guerrilla *** Have you ever seen a hundred
we do it, make it rain make it shower Top floor, big timer doin' big things Over city views bought shawty new Range Flip another 100, poppin' throwin' hundreds
Point it out like gimme that Point it out like gimme that, gimme that, and gimme that Why do I be stuntin to be honest I dont know Hundred after hundred after hundred
you ever seen it really did, super fly filthy rich, any with it killin' shit Came in that bitch with my ego and got cash I demand you to raise your hand
't call her back Relax lil' cat, let the big dog attack Thought it was over for me homie, did you fall for that? You turn rigor red, no cardiac Get your hand
Precious Real nigga, you can find me where the X is Whippin' in the kitchen, both hands ambidextrous Recession got the hood pushin' more than time clocks So I dropped a hundred