Seven The General - 100's lyrics

[Intro] We On, Tell them b**hes "We On" Tell them n***as We On, On, On [Chrous] This is what my n***as do Always packing sh** like we went to school And Mama always said I'd be the f**ing man Now I'm Getting Money, watch me count these grands Fifty's, Hunnids, Twenty's, Hunnids Fifty's, Hunnids, Twenty's, Hunnids, (watch me count these grands) Fifty's, Hunnids, Twenty's, Hunnids Fifty's, Hunnids, Twenty's, Hunnids, (watch me count these grands) [Verse 1] This is what My n***as do! Forgies on the Coupe, them sh**s is Twenty-Two's. If Louis's on the Belt, It's Louis on the Shoes I'm bussing down a blunt and trying to buss a move. My Motto, "GET MONEY OR SLEEP IN THE PARK ON THE BENCH WITH THE BUMS" I whip it, I pack it I run through the package, pitch even the crumbs. I push off the lot, In the Burbs in a drop But Head straight to the slums, I'm funny with Money, You broke? you a dummy While n***as be Jokin, I'm counting, Err Ummm [Chorus] Look This is what I'm finn a do! Post up in the MO and let this Cellie Boom, Just me and my T-Mobile, slapping like a fool Blow banging so tough I keep on switching rooms Mama told me "Son Get Dough", n***a that was way back then So, Every-since I was bout THIS old, I was trained, Get Cho And bring the change back in I let the Range back in, Not the 4.6, but the 0'16 No Codeine cause the Dough don't lean, In a booth at the Sting, Letting go of that Green, Like Ummm [Chorus] n***a this what getting paper do! Snatch you out that polo, put you onto Truez, Get you off that wood and Buffalo your view, Or have you on that Road Trying to see "What it Do". It's 50's, and 20's and 100's, My n***as be chasin them M's It's Bo after Bow, with a 4 and some Blow, even facing a Ten, n***as gotta gone head and get that bread Whether Feds or the Judge or the Box sh** don't stop! and I'm off in a Brand New Lot With a Knot And I want that Drop, So Ummm… [Chorus] - Written by Seven the General