Got em all like, yaw
Like, yaw
Got em all like, yaw

Hundred thousand dollars
Pimpin on my pinky
Blowin Scooby-Doo
Got em all like jinkeez
Hundred thousand dollars
Jumpin out da Range
My lil bitch she bad
We bout to blow some change
Hundred thousand dollars
Pimpin on my pinky
Got these suckaz mad
They can't do nothing with me
I'm bout to blow a bag
Blowin on that sticky
Got on my Jimmy Choos
You wanna kick it with me

Got something for deyy azz
If niggaz acting iffy
I got that heater on me
I keep that blicky with me
This here for all my hustlers
Up in that kitchen whippin
Just dropped that new Bambazi
I know yall niggaz listening
Got em like who this nigga
My flow be off the chain
Just ask your baby mama
I bet she know my name
See the Smoke Shop we winning
And I cannot complain
We running up them numbers
Big money on my brain
I get it how I get it
These suckaz wish they was lit
But I do what they didn't
Because I'm bout my digits
Act up and get the semi
You'll go before I'm finished
B.more, I represent it
You know we bout that business

Hundred thousand dollars
Pimpin on my pinky
Got these suckaz mad
They can't do nothing with me
I'm bout to blow a bag
Blowin on that sticky
Got on my Jimmy Choos
You wanna kick it with me
Hundred thousand dollars
Pimpin on my chain
Got these suckaz mad
I put deyy azz to shame
Man I just had to get it
Big money on my brain
These haters looking hungry
But I cannot complain

Toe to toe he a winner
Eat your whole crew for dinner
The globe in his fingers
Tokyo he's Godzilla
Wipe the floor with your writtens
Make a hoe of your Mrs
Control my intentions
My flows unrestricted
A veteran
Chopping checks with every word I'm lettering
Benevolent
Kerosene leaking from my legend pen
They scattering fish when I appear like a pelican
They fear my intelligence
Appearing like a terrorist
Ya boy buy the bar like he got coupons
Chain a hoola hoop with a Gucci suit on
Flyer than a goose
These bitches need to move on
Wherever I go we're ice cold
You're luke warm
So independent
He got it, He spend it
It's nothing got more
Wrist colder than the winter
You know he's a pro
And you're just a beginner
Posing little nigga, like you is a winner
Fans all up in my ear, yeah
Haters only hate cuz dey scared, yeah
Doing this for a couple years, yeah
But they are only famous when you care, yeah
Clean lyrics and I switch it, yeah
Holy soul so I don't fear, yeah
Gucci belt around my hips, yeah
Did you know this nigga was the shit, yeah

Hundred thousand dollars
Pimpin on my pinky
Got these suckaz mad
They can't do nothing with me
I'm bout to blow a bag
Blowin on that sticky
Got on my Jimmy Choos
You wanna kick it with me
Hundred thousand dollars
Pimpin on my chain
Got these suckaz mad
I put deyy azz to shame
Man I just had to get it
Big money on my brain
These haters looking hungry
But I cannot complain