[Intro]
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My niggas 100, my corner 100
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The car cost a hundred, the trunk hold a hundred
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Just smoking my ganja, this joint cost a hundred
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The Nikes cost a hundred, the ice in abundance
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[Verse 1]
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Now I¡¯m fucking with H, can't be taking no shorts
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We scoring the points, we done made it a sport
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Scheduled to testify, never made it to court
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I sprinkle pesticide, set a trap and you caught
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You can¡¯t be talking live when you walkin' in the house
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Fuck what you talkin' 'bout, bitch, you walkin' in and out
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I ain¡¯t whipping no ounce, ain¡¯t touching no ounce
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If you fuck with an ounce, get the fuck out the house
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'Cause it's only squares when you come in here
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So for all you squares, let me make it clear
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Let me get it straight, I¡¯m fishing to take
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Not the fish in the tank
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I got money to make
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[Hook]
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My niggas 100, my corner 100
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The car cost a hundred, the trunk hold a hundred
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Just smoking my ganja, this joint cost a hundred
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The Nikes cost a hundred, the ice in abundance
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My niggas 100, my corner 100
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The car cost a hundred, the trunk hold a hundred
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Just smoking my ganja, this joint cost a hundred
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The Nikes cost a hundred, the ice in abundance
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Mack Maine]
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Real nigga in the building, where the work at?
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That New Orleans Saints fitted, that¡¯s my work hat
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My niggas got that H, Percs, white and purp
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And they shoot off one leg, they awkward like Dougie
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Thug life, thug life, bitch, I¡¯m feeling like 'Pac
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When I¡¯m riding up your block
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'Bout to release the 50 shots off top
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Your bitch here, you'll get your issue
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Your family, they gon' miss you
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They gon' find you, we ain't miss ya
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Bury that boy with tissue since he was a cry baby
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Your mami over your casket, asking "lord, why, baby?"
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See I live in a world where they mistreat black babies
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And in a hood that crank babies just to grow up just to jack babies
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Bitch I¡¯m from New Orleans, you can¡¯t come where I¡¯m from
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Got a drum on a caper, Pa-Rum-Pa-Pum Pum
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Boy I ain¡¯t no fronter, it¡¯s Ross, Mack and Stunner
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I put 50 on 50, that¡¯s why they call me 100
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3]
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See we stunting, fuck with me, popping bottles, throwing money
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Niggas giving headshots, bitch, no running
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Them hundreds came fast, bitches came quicker
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Wet candy paint sticky moving start dipping
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We ran through the trenches, jumping over fences
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Got it out the field, now my homies doing digits
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Shinning on these bitches, after hour countin' tickets
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Got it from my Gs, now we on another mission
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We focus on another saddle, another batch
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Another bird full of H, nigga, comin' like that
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Slap back Caddy, dippin' while we droppin'
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Blowin' while we counting, a hundred G¡¯s in my pocket
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[Hook]
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Money To Make
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Rick Ross |