Bout Dem 100's (Twin Towers 2) Slim Dunkin & Derez De'Shon (Ft. Jody Breeze & YC (Yung Chris))

[Intro: YC]
Racks, racks, racks, racks, racks

[Chorus: Slim Dunkin, YC & Derez De'Shon]
I wipe my ass with fifties and blow my nose with hundreds (racks)
And I don't fuck with twenties, I keep this shit a hundred (racks)
I wipe my ass with fifties and blow my nose with hundreds (racks)
And I don't fuck with twenties, I keep this shit a hundred (racks)
Bitch, I'm 'bout them hundreds (hundreds)
Bitch, I'm 'bout them hundreds (hundreds)
Bitch, I'm 'bout them hundreds (hundreds)
Bitch, I'm 'bout them hundreds (hundreds)
Bitch, I'm 'bout them hundreds
Bitch, I'm 'bout them hundreds
Bitch, I'm 'bout them hundreds
I said bitch, I'm 'bout them hundreds

[Verse 1: Slim Dunkin & Derez De'Shon]
I keep this shit a hundred
I'm freezing, this cost me
Foggy ass diamonds, boy, your chain need defrosting
Dunk on the block, make them plays, Randy Moss-ing
Think I found my mojo, call me Powers Austin
Austin Powers kush, hasta luego
Pockets stuffed burritos, still Block Illegal
Stop flexing with them ones, use them tens to wipe my baby butt
Counting all these hundreds, man, I think I got a papercut
True Religion fiend, talking robbing, ain't concerning me
More horseshoes than the Q-Dog fraternity
Y'all two step, I just let my pockets dance
Dunkovia, Wells Fargo in my pants