Chevy Woods - 100 lyrics

[Hook] You already know the tag Bring the money in the bag It's off a hard n***a How you want it? Uh? They don't get it like we get it They don't do it like we do it What they doing? We already done it Uh? Swerving in the big body Gotcha girl riding shotty Stunting hard when I'm out in public Uh? If you ever in the city Ask any real n***a They gone tell you that That boy 100 [Verse 1: Boaz] Dressed in all black, like the omen The loud pack gotta n***a foaming I know the n***as is groaning There's so much hate in your blood I swear that, that sh** is showing n***as is grown men, that still need to finish growing So let me show 'em a thing or two I ain't with the talking, Imma do what I came to do These n***as can't move through the streets the way I do(The Hustle) I hop, skip and jump down the block like a kangaroo Ain't no telling what, they really get me started Imma drink 'til I retarded Fingers full of residue, sticky from the chronic Getting blooded in the drought, getting top, like a playa All she wanted was 100, it ain't tricking if you got it Uh Real n***as getcha your money baby All my bad b**hes bust it over An I don't care they got the stamp on No, i still gotta bust 'em open Uh [Hook] [Verse 2: Chevy Woods] Aye They never thought that I could make it pop From serving 20's to the junkies in that vacant lot New car from speeding, banging that old Jada They tried to hide in disguise, I know they all haters God given, God willing, I'm God fearing I push bu*ton on that roof, I know that God's staring Yeah and all my n***as they got felonies Smokescreen, new 100's up in these denim jeans Check it, I had my own work, I've been a boss So it ain't nothing to shake back when you get it lost It ain't your problem? sh** I was taught not to get involved And these earrings alone will probably get the draws Ha, so tell them n***as I do this for real I'm getting rich, so ain't no need for discussing my deal Yeah, you see them shooters make that semi pop You wanna a problem, could be a problem, on any block [Hook] [Verse 3: Cook Tha Monster] Uh Until somebody k** me, I'm gone keep in benji n***a When i'm copping, bring a bag full of benny's n***a Used to have to put a hangar in back of the tube Now I'm nacking on my how I'm eating my food I'm a dog in the kitchen, turn one into two Put the coco in the pot, let it simmer and brew, whip Watchu spending on your rent, I be spending on shoes This is chess, you better think before making a move I call tem shooters on te phone, you be making the news You grabbing more then fifty bricks, you can get them for two I don't just talk the sh** I'm talking, I'm really a do Throw the foreign in the fifth, tryna willie the goose, skrt I'll be cool, when I'm counting a million or few I need the crib with the balcony, ocean in view My little bhudda, he be itching like bishop in juice I bet you five grand flat, having you missing your roof [Hook]