Hundred Plus

[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]
I'm what the hustle made, look at me
The judge threw the book at me
Now I charge a quarter joint for a booking fee
And I could fit three, four bricks inside a Cobalt
Then step on them in them Dior shits without the logo
Y'all niggas need help quick, Imma fuck somebody else bitch
The fuck you gonna tell a nigga that made hisself rich?
Tool to your helmet, that's how niggas get dealt with
We wait outside your funeral to get somebody else clipped
You gotta really play the rock like this, you not like this
My big dog told me, "grab thе fork and spin a pot like this"
I snatched a Pyrex by thе handle and then I locked my wrist
And I'll let you have the rest of them if you knock my bitch
Yeah, I let her stay the night, but she not my bitch
I fly your baby mama out and let her top my bitch
Only paper gon' stop my itch
I really did it, they need a clinic for all the haters I got sick
Niggas 'round you gon' feel like you don't deserve this shit
You stay strapped 'cause envy could get murderous
Before rap, we was strong in the hood
I play for keeps though 'cause great lasts longer than good
The Butcher coming, nigga

[Interlude: Benny the Butcher]
The fuck niggas talkin' about?
You know the Butcher coming
Argh
Doot doot doot
Big BSF, Griselda shit

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
Look
Imma keep me a bank roll, put that on my soul
If there's pressure then [?]
In my tenure, Lord knows how many bricks I sold
My dog still at it, I'm rappin', I took a different road
My nigga Floyd 'bout to get parole
He been locked up since long white T-shirts and big Girbauds
We get into it when we get a load
Count it and cook it all night, my fingertips hurt and my wrist was swole
Whoa, all the cars was a hundred plus
You take care of your dogs, then you one of us
I seen all this comin' we was comin' up
Maybach G wagon, I fucked the summer up
That bitch bad, I got her ass done and tummy tucked
Just to let her know, I ran my numbers up
I came a long way from bagging bundles up
It's a cold world, better bundle up
Sniffin' out the kilo like I'm Al Pacino
Gettin' Rothstein money, bitch, this my casino
Nobody fuckin' with me, it's a landslide
I got traps in other cities like I'm franchisin'