Tuki Carter - Two Hundred lyrics

Yea, we up in this b**h And we ratchet [Hook: Chevy Woods] We fall off in the club and we two hundred deep (All my n***as deep and we motherf**in' this b**h man) 50000, flip that four times, that's two hundred G's (We can trap motherf**in' paper man, count it up) Back to back, all black look like 200 Jeeps Let's get ratchet in this b**h, it's like 200 freaks [Verse 1: Chevy Woods] If the gang up in that b**h, you know we turnin' up Let's get ratchet in this b**h so that they know what's up It's Rosay ‘bout the case, that's just to pa** the time Oh you don't like that sh**, so now you wanna drop it down Pull up with Tuki, callin' Juicy, it's about that time Well you brought that cash first and that's the bottom line 200 strong, 200 beat 200 bands, it's time to eat Okay, here go my drunk flow They can't see me, I'm nuts so I was pickin' up like Pat Tranz cuz the fiends was comin' in bus loads Get it off tonight, that's all I thought n***a try me, see a red dot Then it's no sound, these are headshots If you think it's funny, that's red fox Tryna chill tonight, better keep me cool Or it's head not, they know what to do You don't know me, I don't know you You can't crack a bottle, can't hit the dude Better act right when you see these wolves Cuz they see you and they smell food No AC, no ceiling fan, no VDS's, I'm so cool [Hook] [Verse 2: Juicy J] I ain't goin' back to Bein broke, b**h I got made I'ma stay smokin', stunt sippin' ‘til I'm in my grave Anything that I want, homie Juicy J gone spin it I'm in love with a stripper, she in love with my riches I turned nothing into stuntin', beatin' into bumpin' Throw money in the club, f**in' bad hoes from humpin' Hate n***as doin' bad while I hit their back with bags Trippin' man don't hit no Reggie, super sain in the Zak That's some sh** you never had, I see why you n***as mad Keep on talkin' all that trash, my young n***a ride down and blast They dump off your a** sh** and for free You throw one Ferrari? Now I can buy three [Hook] [Verse 3: Tuki Carter] My swag is on, 3000 What the f** am I doin'? I'm paper-cakin' like what you do before baby making? I'm fresh I make it happen, I have to make it, so I create it I rap and tap and I smoke this weed until I'm sedated I'm catching all of these flights b**h, I'm in your city Catchin' all of these hoes and I bet the b**hes is pretty I ain't spendin' a dime ho, pimpin' all of my money, n***a In the club the hoes are wild enough to go around and call that book I move around like ultrasound, the b**h I bounce you down and now she hook I turnt her up they turnt her out That's the sh** that I'm about Taylor Gang is in the house, smell the weed, the bottle's out Your b**h is gon and she's with us Your b**h is gon and she's with us Chevy over there bangn' Juicy over there trippy Five shots that gin Five shots that gin Rumors here spendin', I'm baked out of my mind Nate bossin' more women, we caked off a straight grind n***a [Hook]