More Than 100

[Pre-Hook x2: J. Maltez]
Something bout this year got me feeling different
Something bout this year got me feeling different
Imma keep it real, yeah I'm really wit it
Imma keep it real, yeah I'm really wit it

[Hook x2: Tim Saunders]
Look at the score, yeah we run it up
Look at the score, yeah we run it up
This shit worth more than 100 Bucks
This shit worth more than 100 Bucks
I keep it more than 100 bruh
I keep it more than 100 bruh
I keep it more than a bean, aye
Real niggas know what I mean, aye

[Verse 1: Tim Saunders]
Okay my fans going coast to coast
They on the wave like a motorboat
I'm known as the wrestling bars kid
But that should just show you I know the ropes
Getting pumped up like a overdose
Y'all sound the same like homphones
Y'all spot gone, like a comatose
I got mine insecure like a homophobe
I got three hits and I'm writing more
Counting this shit then it might be four
She text you like "MK"
You go and by that bitch Michael Kors
Call 911, I would like a Porsche
I got one mic, I don't like the Source
Me and J got our own bangers
But we just split a couple like divorce
This Fallout, y'all wasteland
Wearing Tropicana like a Rays Fan
Got a leg up, like a inseam
But I'm on top, like a wasteband
You was feeling cool, like Ray Bans
But this the end Michael Strahan
Ya whole team fake like Space Jam
Put myself in the game like a face scan

[Pre-Hook: J. Maltez]

[Hook x2: Tim Saunders]

[Verse 2: J. Maltez]
Yeah they say they want it
Coalescence complete
We been giving previews
Hands Up and Bun B
Aye, aye
And they loved it
Aye, aye
Well here's the whole thing
Look at the scoreboard we running it up
Bled so hard, now we coming for bucks
Museum bars, nigga no one can touch
You in school writing commas, now we fucking em up
On the track team, didn't know we running amok
I was acting, didn't know I'm wanting a cut
See the holes in ya plan, bitch it's built like a sponge
Nigga, Duh-da-lee, duh-da-lee nothing but buns
I be cool when I rhyme
Yeah I'm choosing my life
Yeah that shits in my hands
I ain't losing no time
Black and Blue all these lines
When I'm through, it's a crime
Say them bands make em dance
Coming through, imma slide, nigga

[Outro x2: J. Maltez]
Something bout this year got me feeling different
Something bout this year got me feeling different
Imma keep it real, yeah I'm really wit it
Imma keep it real, yeah I'm really wit it