Taylor J - 1hunnit lyrics

[Intro] 100, 100, ain't worried bout nothin Put trust in our struggle, we turn into somethin' No flexin', no frontin', 'cause that ain't 100 No flexin' no frontin' [Hook] 100, 100, my n***as 100, my n***a 100 Put trust in our struggle, ain't worried bout nothing We turn into somethin' No flexin', no frontin', 'cause that ain't 100 No flexin', no frontin', 'cause that ain't 100 [Verse 1] I'm tired of playin, n***a I'm tired of waiting I hired my hustle, n***a I fired my patience I wish you would hustle, don't you get tired of hating? No I ain't playing, you can get it if you want it I'ma give it, can you take it? See I would probably be the property of state if I weren't smoking on Jamaica I got it on me right now, I turn my whole gang to the navy A hundred n***as all 100, that's 100, that's a Benjamin Franklin These n***as be flexin' and frontin, and that ain't 100 G on it Came aboard and n***as barely dream on it A real n***a really wanna speak on it Spatial tag, cocoa dot, beam on em None of my n***as really need homies We all 100 but it double when the team on it All I need is hustle in the struggle, I don't need nothing No flexin', no frontin', 'cause that ain't 100 [Hook] 100, 100, my n***as 100, my n***a 100 Put trust in our struggle, ain't worried bout nothing We turn into somethin' No flexin', no frontin', 'cause that ain't 100 No flexin', no frontin', 'cause that ain't 100 [Hook] 100, 100, my n***as 100, my n***a 100 Put trust in our struggle, ain't worried bout nothing We turn into somethin' No flexin', no frontin', 'cause that ain't 100 No flexin', no frontin', 'cause that ain't 100 [Verse 2] I'm tryna see where I'm eating all day Actin really hundred plus in my day You wouldn't know it if you seen it You a motherf**in' duck and you a fake You a s**er and you hate I see the s**er in your face Prolly runnin' with the jakes I need 100 sandwich baggies like I'm hungry, but I already ate I never run and I ain't frontin' Need a bundle like I already paid (Money!) Look at any one of my n***as bet he thuggin', thought he ain't? Big mac, 45, 40 cal, oh my, only one arm or leg You n***as real as a puppet, you move and you do what you say You turn up and turn up, another man's life on your Instagram page (That's a shame) And that ain't 100 You should be ashamed (You a lame) No flexin', no frontin' This Taylor, no way!