Freeway - 100 Grand lyrics

[Produced by Freeway] [Hook] If it ain't money then you get to be (alone) She hit the weed and then she fell asleep (smoke) Yeah, it's only OG that he selling me She wanna f** what she keep telling me Yeah, I'm driving fast, I let the swisher burn I'm a pimp, she got to wait her turn Yeah, oh she mad, she need to understand That my lifestyle 100 grand [Verse 1] The way I smoke a pound on the dresser I'm a pimp, feel like Hugh Hefner Chanel chains cover up my body KTZ and all this came from Kwazi I got the juice and I can't keep em off me How these b**hes end up in the lobby? Wake and bake then sip my coffee b**hes bad, she got a softy They see the sleeves and ask me what it cost me What the record label toss me [Hook] [Verse 2] 30 thousand dollars on the floor I wear em once and then they out the door Call me anything but never poor I beat her twice and now she say she sore Why they question what I f**ing wear? I spent a thousand on my underwear b**hes all talk and share Tell my dog to pick a pair I bet they leave with you Give you head and smoke some weed with you [Hook][x2]