Blow A Hundred

[Intro]
Ayy, go put that lil' shit up, nigga, huh
Shit ain't enough
(Ayo, slam, Jay)
Broke-ass nigga
(Ooh, who is that?)
Yeah, yeah (Girl, that's Tello)
Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woah
(Paper Route Empire)
Let's go

[Chorus]
My pockets on fat, pumpkin (Woo), rocks on my chain, punchin' (Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
These shoes on my feet made in London, I'm fuckin' this bitch from a whole 'nother country (Uh)
I do what I wanna, fuck it, I might just go blow me a hundred (Racks, racks)
Yeah, I do what I wanna, fuck it, I'm 'bout to go blow me a hundred (Racks, racks)
My pocket on fat, pumpkin (Woo, my pockets on fat), rocks on my chain, punchin' (Rocks in my chain, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
These shoes on my feet made in London, I'm fuckin' this bitch from a whole 'nother country (Uh)
I do what I wanna, fuck it, I might just go blow me a hundred (Racks, racks)
Yeah, I do what I wanna, fuck it, I'm 'bout to go blow me a hundred (Grizzape, baby)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I gotta whole lot of money (Racks)
100K to me ain't nothin' (Light shit)
I just went spent that lil' shit there on clusters
If you add the shit around my neck, yeah, that's double that
All these racks in my pocket, they think I print counterfeit
Pockets stay fat 'cause I stay with a bankroll
Countin' racks in a foreign with a foreign bitch ridin' on the passenger
With a cute face, fat ass and camel toe (Baby)
Rocks in my ear, they the size of a cantaloupe
Don't hide your bitch, when you see me, she see me, won't have a ho (Uh-uh, uh)
Rich nigga but I got a trap out in Idaho
So many chains 'round my neck, need another, bro
Geekin' on Addies, lil' nigga, I ain't snortin' coke
Sellin' more gas out my trap than a Mapco
I'm killin' shit, they tryna put me on death row
I done fed more to my dogs than Petco (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
My pockets on fat, pumpkin (Woo), rocks on my chain, punchin' (Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
These shoes on my feet made in London, I'm fuckin' this bitch from a whole 'nother country (Uh)
I do what I wanna, fuck it, I might just go blow me a hundred (Racks, racks)
Yeah, I do what I wanna, fuck it, I'm 'bout to go blow me a hundred (Racks, racks)
My pocket on fat, pumpkin (Woo, my pockets on fat), rocks on my chain, punchin' (Rocks in my chain, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
These shoes on my feet made in London, I'm fuckin' this bitch from a whole 'nother country (Uh)
I do what I wanna, fuck it, I might just go blow me a hundred (Racks, racks)
Yeah, I do what I wanna, fuck it, I'm 'bout to go blow me a hundred (Grizzape, baby)

[Verse 2]
Tell me what's a 100K? (What's that, nigga? Haha)
Swear to God, I can show a nigga how to get rich a hundred ways (Shit ain't nothin' to me)
I'm stuffin' paper in my pocket everyday like a folder
Rockin' one, two, three, four chains 'round my shoulder (Icy)
Yeah, I chased a lot of cheese but I never been a rat (Nope)
Never heard a nigga say, "Grizzape fold up" (Hell nah)
Uh, pull up big body Benz every time I roll up (Skrrt)
Ho gave me head with a Foot off a Roll-Up (Uh)
I take a fieldtrip to Cali' and load up (Load)
Ain't tryna shop if your ass ain't the grower
Pocket on swole, I'm tryna get 'em swollen
Tatted up, eatin', my stomach done blowed up (Trickin')
I was trappin' when I was young, still trappin' when I'm older
All gas, no brakes, my trap never slow good (Grizzape, baby)

[Chorus]
My pocket on fat, pumpkin (My pockets on fat), rocks on my chain, punchin' (Rocks in my chain, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
These shoes on my feet made in London, I'm fuckin' this bitch from a whole 'nother country (Uh)
I do what I wanna, fuck it, I might just go blow me a hundred (Racks, racks)
Yeah, I do what I wanna, fuck it, I'm 'bout to go blow me a hundred (Wait, hold up, racks)

[Outro]
Bitch
Count up, count up
What Dolph say? Go get the money, nigga