Shawty Lo - Dubs, 50's, 100's lyrics

[Intro: Shawty Lo] Dubs, fifties... Dubs, fifties, hundreds, no change Dubs, fifties, hundreds, no change [Hook (4x): Shawty Lo] Dubs, fifties, hundreds, no change [Verse 1: Shawty Lo] I'm the n***a [?] Man, I'm home, man, I got a lot of cousins Hair shop, beauty parlor, who they stussing These stinking b**hes would say they love me b**h, I love y'all, too First night stand, make it do what it do Know that, know that, go and take the flick This, this, this definition of rich A-Town, Bankhead, my street A real OG's can vouch for me Skin tight [?] Even Q-Ball love to scream [Hook (4x): Shawty Lo] Dubs, fifties, hundreds, no change [Verse 2: Parlae] I'm blowing money like the candles on a cake, hoe 'Cause I'm adding Arm and Hammer on my cake, hoe Aye, I'm getting hundreds and hundreds and hundreds I'm in the trap screaming, "money, more money, more money" And I'm the motherf**ing hustle man I hold the pot and work the fork with my other hand I got the J's at my window like Brother Man 'Cause I hit the pot like I got a couple hands Aye, I got a rubber band bank, boy From making plays on them thousand-gram cakes, boy Dubs, fifties, and hundreds Got me throwing up money like I'm sick to my stomach [Hook (4x): Shawty Lo] Dubs, fifties, hundreds, no change [Outro: Shawty Lo] I ride, I die for that M-O-N-E-Y West side, east side, M-O-N-E-Y North side, south side, n***a, M-O-N-E-Y We ride, we die for that M-O-N-E-Y