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Lyrics

[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 [Interlude] My nigga rap like we broke again [Chorus] I'm talkin' hundreds on hundreds (Hundreds on hundreds on hudrends) I'm talkin' money, the clothes, the cars I'm finna fuck up the summer (Yeah, yeah, yeah) 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 hudrends) I'm talkin' money, the clothes, the 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 (Nigga) [Verse 2] Better pay attention, don't you blink Money flyin', bitches on they knees (Come on) Cubans bust, I can't even link (Nigga) Trap boomin', rollin' like it's E Keep your hands off or keep it P (Boy) Church in service, watch a nigga preach (Boy) Up my stock and charge these boys a fee (Huh) Tell my brother stay from out these streets (For real, though) Baby mama's happy 'cause I'm up (Why?) Don't know why 'cause you ain't getting none (Nah) Now my daughter's purse is going dumb I'ma live through them and catch a stunt (Haha) Clean shit, I turned it into punch (Dark) Twelve hundred grams'll leave you hunch (Nigga) I just did two-hundred in the a month (Two) Baroline told me it ain't nothing, for real [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 (Yeah, yeah, yeah) 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 hundreds) I'm talkin' money, the clothes, the cars I'm finna fuck up the summer (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) 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 (Nigga) [Outro] I just need my space right now