Blow A Hundred

Lyrics

[Intro] Ayy, go put that lil' shit up, nigga, huh Shit ain't enough (Ayo, slam, Jay) Broke-ass nigga (Ooh, who is that?) Yeah, yeah (Girl, that's Tello) Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woah (Paper Route Empire) Let's go [Chorus] My pockets on fat, pumpkin (Woo), rocks on my chain, punchin' (Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew) These shoes on my feet made in London, I'm fuckin' this bitch from a whole 'nother country (Uh) I do what I wanna, fuck it, I might just go blow me a hundred (Racks, racks) Yeah, I do what I wanna, fuck it, I'm 'bout to go blow me a hundred (Racks, racks) My pocket on fat, pumpkin (Woo, my pockets on fat), rocks on my chain, punchin' (Rocks in my chain, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew) These shoes on my feet made in London, I'm fuckin' this bitch from a whole 'nother country (Uh) I do what I wanna, fuck it, I might just go blow me a hundred (Racks, racks) Yeah, I do what I wanna, fuck it, I'm 'bout to go blow me a hundred (Grizzape, baby) [Verse 1] Yeah, I gotta whole lot of money (Racks) 100K to me ain't nothin' (Light shit) I just went spent that lil' shit there on clusters If you add the shit around my neck, yeah, that's double that All these racks in my pocket, they think I print counterfeit Pockets stay fat 'cause I stay with a bankroll Countin' racks in a foreign with a foreign bitch ridin' on the passenger With a cute face, fat ass and camel toe (Baby) Rocks in my ear, they the size of a cantaloupe Don't hide your bitch, when you see me, she see me, won't have a ho (Uh-uh, uh) Rich nigga but I got a trap out in Idaho So many chains 'round my neck, need another, bro Geekin' on Addies, lil' nigga, I ain't snortin' coke Sellin' more gas out my trap than a Mapco I'm killin' shit, they tryna put me on death row I done fed more to my dogs than Petco (Yeah, yeah) [Chorus] My pockets on fat, pumpkin (Woo), rocks on my chain, punchin' (Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew) These shoes on my feet made in London, I'm fuckin' this bitch from a whole 'nother country (Uh) I do what I wanna, fuck it, I might just go blow me a hundred (Racks, racks) Yeah, I do what I wanna, fuck it, I'm 'bout to go blow me a hundred (Racks, racks) My pocket on fat, pumpkin (Woo, my pockets on fat), rocks on my chain, punchin' (Rocks in my chain, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew) These shoes on my feet made in London, I'm fuckin' this bitch from a whole 'nother country (Uh) I do what I wanna, fuck it, I might just go blow me a hundred (Racks, racks) Yeah, I do what I wanna, fuck it, I'm 'bout to go blow me a hundred (Grizzape, baby) [Verse 2] Tell me what's a 100K? (What's that, nigga? Haha) Swear to God, I can show a nigga how to get rich a hundred ways (Shit ain't nothin' to me) I'm stuffin' paper in my pocket everyday like a folder Rockin' one, two, three, four chains 'round my shoulder (Icy) Yeah, I chased a lot of cheese but I never been a rat (Nope) Never heard a nigga say, "Grizzape fold up" (Hell nah) Uh, pull up big body Benz every time I roll up (Skrrt) Ho gave me head with a Foot off a Roll-Up (Uh) I take a fieldtrip to Cali' and load up (Load) Ain't tryna shop if your ass ain't the grower Pocket on swole, I'm tryna get 'em swollen Tatted up, eatin', my stomach done blowed up (Trickin') I was trappin' when I was young, still trappin' when I'm older All gas, no brakes, my trap never slow good (Grizzape, baby) [Chorus] My pocket on fat, pumpkin (My pockets on fat), rocks on my chain, punchin' (Rocks in my chain, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew) These shoes on my feet made in London, I'm fuckin' this bitch from a whole 'nother country (Uh) I do what I wanna, fuck it, I might just go blow me a hundred (Racks, racks) Yeah, I do what I wanna, fuck it, I'm 'bout to go blow me a hundred (Wait, hold up, racks) [Outro] Bitch Count up, count up What Dolph say? Go get the money, nigga