100s Babyface Ray

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
(Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
(I just need my space right now)
Yeah

[Chorus]
I'm talkin' hundreds on hundreds (Hundreds on hundreds on hundreds)
I'm talkin' money, the clothes, the cars
I'm finna fuck up the summer
I'm talking Perkys, the X and the bars, that codeine done made me a junkie
Turn up the city, I'm beatin' the odds, even the opps gotta love it (Turnt up)
(Go)
I'm talkin' hundreds on hundreds (Hundreds on hundreds on hundrеds)
I'm talkin' money, the clothes, thе cars (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm finna fuck up the summer
I'm talking Perkys, the X and the bars, that codeine done made me a junkie (yeah)
Turn up the city, I'm beatin' the odds, even the opps gotta love it (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
Huh, yeah
The crib right across from the club
Tell lil' mama call when she off (Come on)
Playing hardball with the soft (For real)
Paint a nigga quick, Bob Ross
Fifty K on me, call off (Uh)
I be curvin' bitches, y'all stuck (Nigga)
Shit I barely parted hoppin' out
Tay Money with me, YNT (My nigga)
Forty five show, I'm buyin' lean (Four, five)
.45, squeeze it in my jeans (Four, five)
I got in, ain't no searchin' me (Yeah)
I don't know, they call her Perky P (Yeah)
Forever clean with a dirty drink (Yeah)
I just put my mama in a mink