Letras
Fuck is you saying little nigga
Counting them tens little nigga
Counting them fifties little nigga
Counting them hunnids little nigga
Bee, bee, bee!
Bee, bee!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Bee. bee, bee (yeah)
Dread heads on your ass
Came to make em' mad
Boy this rap is swag
I pop white boy tags
We gon' find his @
Boy we on your ass
Just like a damn rash
Came to attack
Better have your strap
Yeah we strapped, like Strapped
I just want the cat
Add it to my stats
Go and arch your back
I need the pussy, stat
Saints Row, grab the gat
We got hunnid bags
I need money bags
Boy I'm fly like bats
1600 yeah
I just gave her bonnet back
Yeah we coming back
I just threw some hunnids yeah
Stack it money man
I just threw some hunnids yeah
Hit my money dance
I just threw some hunnids yeah
Hit my money dance
Sixth grade I was in the bando
Pesos, sticks and extendos
I was with my blatt, with my kinfolk
I had my gat out the window
Boy I need my money fuck you talking bout?
Fuck all that talking we gon talk it out
Like an old head I'm finna walk it out
I got my Glock finna pop it out
They say I got no money these niggas be trippin
I got some cents to my name like 50
Niggas be jelly that's why they all in my jiffy
Took your bitch on a date, that's why I look spiffy
Boy I'm walking proud just like I'm Penny
I just checked her tummy now I'm seeing the Henny
Chef cooking up and I'm thinking it's Billy
These niggas be silly tryna get in my business
I took his bands and flipped it
Fuck all them Xans, ain't did it
Niggas be playing they giggling