100

Yeah, yeah
Alright

Throw the hundreds, man
Throw the hundreds, yeah
Multiply my good, yeah
Make no, make no sense, yeah
Throw the hundreds, man
Throw the hundreds, yeah
Make no, make no sense
Fuck that feels good, yeah

I just want to be at peace
Fuck it, it brings me
I grew up in war before my parents
I fight so my conscience doesn't jump off the dock
I destroy myself every passing day
I spend time waiting for the dough to rise
I stop for a bit, sit on the park bench
I saw the cops, they passed, but nothing happened
I think a bit more, see that it's bad
I saved my spot, and my little brothers came
I know I'll have racks when I fill up
You ran, ran, you're in place
Wait a bit, I'll make the dough run
In my head, I don't know what's going on anymore
I roll up another one
Smoke, balloon, burning brown

Throw the hundreds, man
Throw the hundreds, yeah
Multiply my good, yeah
Make no, make no sense, yeah
Throw the hundreds, man
Throw the hundreds, yeah
Make no, make no sense
Fuck that feels good, yeah

I see my mouth melting, dripping
All this envy of me
I shoot up for these worms
Who try to surround me when I walk alone
I changed my flow, you didn't even see
Stay silent, when you see me, don't make a sound
Working harder than my uncle
Making more money than a certain Bill
This is on time, yeah, uh
This is on time
This is on time, ayy, yeah, yeah
This is on time, yeah

Throw the hundreds, man
Throw the hundreds, yeah
Multiply my good, yeah
Make no, make no sense, yeah

I created my science, it grows
Today my account grows
I threw myself into the street medicine
I dedicated loyalty to those in my gang
I was born facing the Moon
True ones know that the fake ones hide, yeah
I've been in the game since eleven, yeah
511 street, yeah
I hate guys who talk about lean, yeah
Leave that Hennessy shit alone, yeah
Chains on me, I feel free
Time on the wrist, I want more diamond on me
Pique of expensive OG
For me it's easy to profit, honey
But it's not easy to stay here
With twenty bitches I dreamed, mami
I made conditions to keep this money

Throw the hundreds, man
Throw the hundreds, yeah
Multiply my good, yeah
Make no, make no sense, yeah
Throw the hundreds, man
Throw the hundreds, yeah
Make no, make no sense
Fuck that feels good, yeah