Hundred in Ones

The money is the motive The motive... I got a hundred in ones (hunnit, hunnit, hunnit) I got a hundred in ones (yeah, yeah) I got a hundred in ones (hunnit, hunnit, hunnit) I got a hundred in ones (yeah, yeah) And I’ma blow it all I’ma have a ball (swish) Spend this money fast Then I go and make it back (wooo) Get the call I double back Pick up flip another pack (yeah) Hit the bank then I relax Do it all for the cash, do it all for the Let me tell you something I’m a humble dude Never cocky but you know I never lose Cause I’m all about my fucking revenue I got one bitch but she cum in twos And the mass debating what I’m gonna do While I’m masturbating in a foreign coupe Six bars in talking bout my dick Another J.G. song about the same shit Wait- let me keep it going Without even knowing, this is real rap All facts, no cap, take this- Prozac Roll that, smoke gas, no tax- these dudes know that All in, no act, nomad, drove past, no class, where’s the stove at- bitch! I wanna whip, you see that I’m cooking, you notice my shit This is my time baby girl, this is it So pack up your bags, we’re taking a trip And not coming back, until the summer’s over On a red eye and I hover over All my struggles that I always stumble over Out the storm now the lightening and thunder over I got a hundred in ones (hunnit, hunnit, hunnit) I got a hundred in ones (yeah, yeah) I got a hundred in ones (hunnit, hunnit, hunnit) I got a hundred in ones (yeah, yeah) And I’ma blow it all I’ma have a ball (swish) Spend this money fast Then I go and make it back (wooo) Get the call I double back Pick up flip another pack (yeah) Hit the bank then I relax Do it all for the cash, do it all for the Do it all for the cash, so I’m never worried Only 20 something, but I’m legendary Bitch get the message like a secretary I’ma go hard til I’m dead and buried in a cemetery, writing my own obituary With a “Jar of Hearts” like Christina Perri 28 shots, like it’s February So call em tell em get they pistols ready And let it bang in this bitch, let it bang in this bitch If it’s my time I ain’t scared, let it hang in this bitch, let it hang in this bitch I’m going up Smoke in the room cause I don’t give a f*ck Saturday night so you know that I’m drunk When life is this good, how can it suck, huh? All the money in the world couldn’t take this stress away But if I gotta be stressed I’d rather be stressed in an Escalade, I’m forever paid And I’m bout to detonate, all over you featherweights, I’m the heavyweight And I never hesitate- I tell a bitch to work, give me a resume I got a hundred in ones (hunnit, hunnit, hunnit) I got a hundred in ones (yeah, yeah) I got a hundred in ones (hunnit, hunnit, hunnit) I got a hundred in ones (yeah, yeah) And I’ma blow it all I’ma have a ball (swish) Spend this money fast Then I go and make it back (wooo) Get the call I double back Pick up flip another pack (yeah) Hit the bank then I relax Do it all for the cash, do it all for the