Yung Booke - Hundreds on 'Em lyrics

[Hook: Shad da God] Got different color money different color hoes Different color d** all in my soul (different color dope) They gone trouble my bros (they gone what) This what we gone do We gone drop hundreds on em We gone spend hundreds on em I'm gone drop hundreds on em I'm gone spend hundreds on em You got Xan me up, you got Act me up You got po' me up, you got boot me up I'm just geekin' this motherf**er I don't give a f** about your color n***a I'm gone drop hundreds on you We gone spend hundreds on you I'm gone spend hundreds on em I'm gone throw hundreds on em [Verse 1: Peewee Roscoe] Hundreds on ya head and the hundreds on the floor Coming through your house coming through the door Cause its money on your head know yo be dead I ain't really tripping cause I duck and doge feds Cause its money in the spot and its money in the floor I ain't really tripping cause we so cut throat And we straight outta Atlanta take you to Zone 4 Westside Bankhead where we move snow Cause its dope in the attic guns in the mattress I ain't really tripping cause we catch you in traffic Shad got the chapper you know we straight getting clappin' I ain't really tripping cause we kidnapping napping I ain't really tripping, I ain't really tripping, hit em with the money Draw 4 5 rookie, hit em with the Chris Paul hit em with the three Hit em with the Black Griffen 32 a piece Hit em with the Tech, hit em with the foul Catch a n***a down bad hit em with a ? Head shot head sho aiming for his neck Bad b**hes, bad b**hes setting up licks Bad b**hes, bad b**hes licking up the bricks [Hook:] Got different color money different color hoes Different color d** all in my soul (different color dope) They gone trouble my bros (they gone what) This what we gone do We gone drop hundreds on em We gone spend hundreds on em I'm gone drop hundreds on em I'm gone spend hundreds on em You got Xan me up, you got Act me up You got po' me up, you got boot me up I'm just geekin' this motherf**er I don't give a f** about your color n***a I'm gone drop hundreds on you We gone spend hundreds on you I'm gone spend hundreds on em I'm gone throw hundreds on em [Verse 2: Shad da God] I'm gone throw money all over this b**h Made my old rivals in rovers and sh** They be moving that a** got me focused and sh** Got aunt going hard he must have stepped on his brick Chandelier my wrist, b**hes really put the cameras on my wrist Made it rain shoulda pull out your poncho I don't know much but blue huncho If a n***a hopped in my car he gotta ride I'm coming with gangstas from a whole ‘nother side I keep the baby stick incase a n***a gotta collide We ain't doing nothing but juugin' and f**in' hoes no lie And my molly got them geeked hoes wanna fly to Dubai (geeked) The Perc done brought her back to her mind Man we stuck in the club wanted to shine So the flow got covered up with a dime [Hook:] Got different color money different color hoes Different color d** all in my soul (different color dope) They gone trouble my bros (they gone what) This what we gone do We gone drop hundreds on em We gone spend hundreds on em I'm gone drop hundreds on em I'm gone spend hundreds on em You got Xan me up, you got Act me up You got po' me up, you got boot me up I'm just geekin' this motherf**er I don't give a f** about your color n***a I'm gone drop hundreds on you We gone spend hundreds on you I'm gone spend hundreds on em I'm gone throw hundreds on em