Bout Dem 100's (Twin Towers 2)

Lyrics

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 [Chorus: Slim Dunkin, YC & Derez De'Sean ] 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 2: YC] YC, YC Fuck a fifty, need nothing but some hundreds Ain't talking about weed, just money Hundreds got a nigga this fly, now I'm [?] talk cash Hell yeah, bitch, I love to talk about money Playing with the cash, never glance at a tag Feeling like Fab, just throw it in the bag They throwing up the cash, they running through racks They running through bands, they blowing on gas Double cup, love sipping on lean Keep bands in the pockets of my jeans Got work, but it's all for the fiends [?] ain't talking about beans Brand new Chevy, yeah, just bought that Wet paint, set it on some offsets Can't nag a bad bitch that I ain't caught yet Wanna talk these racks? Yeah, I'm 'bout that No twenties, just fifties and hundreds Big play shit, yeah, we been getting money My nigga, don't flex, they keep it one hundred What you talking 'bout, Willis? My sack like the Drummonds YC, Jody Breeze, Slim Dunkin If you ain't talking money, you ain't talking nothing Racks on racks got a young nigga buzzing YC, YC [Chorus: Slim Dunkin, YC & Derez De'Sean ] 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 3: Jody Breeze] 'Bout them hundreds, Breeze act a fool Think I'm playing? Hit the mall, couple grand on some shoes Damn, a hundred grand on some jewels And I don't even wear them, I gave them to my goons Chris got racks on racks on racks Yeah, I got straps on straps on straps So pimp, don't trip, don't trip, don't trip 'Cause you can get clapped, get clapped, get capped Got a .45 and I call that Chrome, beam all over your dome Yes, I'm gone off that lean, I'm smoking on this Irene Can't fuck with the flow, you know that Been getting money, nigga, blow that Say you a player, where your hoe at? Claim her 'cause I ain't finna cut a bitch no slack I blow my nose with twenties, I wipe my ass with fifties 'Cause I'm stacking hundreds and I'm on my hustle, Nipsey [Chorus: Slim Dunkin, YC & Derez De'Sean ] 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 [Outro: Slim Dunkin] I wipe my ass with fifties, blow my nose with hundreds And I don't fuck with twenties, I keep this shit a hundred I wipe my ass with fifties and blow my nose with hundreds And I don't fuck with twenties, I keep this shit a hundred Bitch, I'm 'bout them hundreds