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[Intro]
A hundred on her
Bet one back, I put a hundred on her
Bet one back, I put a hundred on her
Ah, ayy, ayy, ayy
[Chorus]
Bet one back, I put a hundred on her, ayy
Choppers out, you know we huntin' for him, ayy
Fuck me good, she get baby Birkin, ayy
Hundred thousand, count a hundred more
I told her, "Yeah, yeah, hell yeah," ayy
Thugging through them trenches, boy, it's hell here, ayy
Yeah, yeah, hell yeah, ayy
Million-dollar nigga raised on welfare, ayy
[Verse 1]
Dollar signs, I'm like, "Hell yeah" (Hell yeah)
Spin the block one more time, leave some shells there (Shells there), ayy
Hell yeah, uh, hell yeah, ayy
We ain't waste no time, ayy, bring the mail here
Chicken chicken, chicken chicken chicken, pockets fetti
I just threw up off two yerky's, it wasn't mom's spaghetti
I got hoes from Atlanta to the Serengeti
And my uncle fried, Glock 9 tucked in the Pelle
Talking Pelle-Pelle, I'm the wavy one
I'm like Max and them, I'm like baby sun (Like Weezy)
Weezy and 'em, talking Hollygrove (Yeah)
Need more room in my section, I got a hundred hoes
A hundred on her
Bet one back, I put a hundred on her
Bet one back, I put a hundred on her
Ah, ayy, ayy, ayy
[Chorus]
Bet one back, I put a hundred on her, ayy
Choppers out, you know we huntin' for him, ayy
Fuck me good, she get baby Birkin, ayy
Hundred thousand, count a hundred more
I told her, "Yeah, yeah, hell yeah," ayy
Thugging through them trenches, boy, it's hell here, ayy
Yeah, yeah, hell yeah, ayy
Million-dollar nigga raised on welfare, ayy
[Verse 1]
Dollar signs, I'm like, "Hell yeah" (Hell yeah)
Spin the block one more time, leave some shells there (Shells there), ayy
Hell yeah, uh, hell yeah, ayy
We ain't waste no time, ayy, bring the mail here
Chicken chicken, chicken chicken chicken, pockets fetti
I just threw up off two yerky's, it wasn't mom's spaghetti
I got hoes from Atlanta to the Serengeti
And my uncle fried, Glock 9 tucked in the Pelle
Talking Pelle-Pelle, I'm the wavy one
I'm like Max and them, I'm like baby sun (Like Weezy)
Weezy and 'em, talking Hollygrove (Yeah)
Need more room in my section, I got a hundred hoes
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