100 Mill

[Intro]
Slatt
I need a hundred mill, I need a hundred mill
Aye, aye
I need a hundred mill, need my house in Beverly Hills
Need my house in Beverly Hills
Yeah, aye, aye, aye
I need a hundred mill, I need a hundred mill
She get that bag for real so I drip her in red Chanel
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye

[Chorus]
I need a hundred mill, need a house in Beverly Hills
She wanna roll with real nigga
She wanna know how it feel
She wanna roll with real hittas, I let her hold my steel
She get that bag for real so I drip her in red Chanel

I need a hundred mill, need a house in Beverly Hills
She wanna roll with real nigga
She wanna know how it feel
She wanna roll with real hittas, I let her hold my steel
She get that bag for real so I drip her in red Chanel

[Verse 1]
I need a hundred mill, so I gotta get it right
I'll show you how to whip it right
'Cause niggas they selling kife
I send you to the afterlife 'cause I ain't the acting type
We'll pull up and blast tonight
I leave you at the traffic light
Aye, she get a bag so I drip her in some YSL
We some slimes baby, I ain't talking YSL, nah
I got real hittas that'll send you straight to hell, yeah
And she riding for the gang, so she hold my steel, yeah
They don't know how to keep it real
In the field, we in the field
No drugs when we doing drills
These niggas, they cap for real
She a freak when she off the pill
And Louboutin like hills
She get that bag for real
She get that bag for real, yeah
I need a hundred mill
I need my house in hills
She wanna roll with real niggas, she wanna know how it feels
And she love the thrill of a real hitta
Of a real killa, of a go-getter

[Chorus]
I need a hundred mill, need my house in Beverly Hills
She wanna roll with a real nigga
She wanna know how it feel
She wanna roll with real hittas, I let her hold my steel
She get that bag for real so I drip her in red Chanel

I need a hundred mill, need my house in Beverly Hills
She wanna roll with a real nigga
She wanna know how it feels
She wanna roll with real hittas, I let her hold my steel
She get that bag for real so I drip her in red Chanel

[Verse 2]
Only hunnids up in my hands
You know I gotta get these bands
They be hating but they be fans
My cro gon' shoot on demand
Off packs, I flip and trap
Now I be flippin' rap
Two faced can't call me my fam
That boy ain't shoot he ran
And real shit so she left her man
Free my dawgs up out that can
Keep a stick like an old man
Run up then you get blam
So much opps on my Instagram
Ain't got no time, get racks
My shooter he came from the back
Just spend rackades in Saks
But you know i'm gon' make it back
They don't help when you on your ass
So you know how to sprint to the cash
So you know how to run up the bag
I drip Chanel her bag
And just Gucci'd her sneaks
Wipe your nose and move too neat
I pray but I move discrete
They ain't even 'bout no beef
They ain't even in these streets
But niggas talking like they 'bout it till they see that heat
Rise it up and squeeze
Leave him decease
Leave him decease
Leave him decease

[Chorus]
I need a hundred mill, need a house in Beverly Hills
She wanna roll with real nigga
She wanna know how it feel
She wanna roll with real hittas, I let her hold my steel
She get that bag for real so I drip her in red Chanel

I need a hundred mill, need a house in Beverly Hills
She wanna roll with real nigga
She wanna know how it feel
She wanna roll with real hittas, I let her hold my steel
She get that bag for real so I drip her in red Chanel