Keep It 100 Curly J

[Intro]
Pull up on hoes smell like Dolce Gabbana
She want my money the Gucci the Prada
Yea he go hard but I think I go harder
Whole team is wet and we dripping like water
Yea I got charm keep me far from your daughter
If I meet ya hoe then ya hoe might get slaughtered
Ashley, Brittany, Haley, Sarah, Katie
I fucked them all in that order

[Chorus]
Running I'm running I'm running
Give me the hundreds
If they ain't blue I don't want it
Haters just mad how I'm coming
Mad that I done it
I got em sick to they stomach
I count my hoes by the dozen
Shawty been mad
Lately I'm pushing her buttons
I've just been hot like a oven
Now you a fan
Why can't you keep it a hundred

[Chorus]
Running I'm running I'm running
Hundreds I'm thumbing I'm thumbing I'm thumbing
Dunking like Drummond like Drummond like Drummond
I came from nothing to something to something
For me they gunning and gunning and gunning
Don't got no bandz no he bumming he bumming
Even if she bad she gotta pay me 300 hundred
She better split on the dick if she want it