Cesar Luciano

Cesar Luciano - 100 Thousand lyrics

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I just wanna count a 100 thousand on a Sunday

I told all my niggers we would make it out one day

Till everything is cool, cause everything on me

But Marvin brought the liquor, and bitch he got the weed

So I'mma do it for my team, my sad bitch and your main is the same difference

I'm... switching, you can't kick it

I'm hot up if I ain't sipping

I'm pouring on this drink

Spill it all on my trousers

Everybody down for no.. so how the fuck we gonna lose?

But we've been somewhere in the.. rolling doobies up

Tell her bitch better play her role on some movie..

If you're hating... fuck her up and suck her dick

All I got is money in my pocket is up against the grace

But I know I'm doing fine, cause all we do is grind

Like we're running out of town, mother fucker come on!

Chorus:

Feels like I've waited my whole life to say

And now I'm telling everyone that I know

Ain't nothing getting in my way

Until they know..

I just wanna count a 100 thousand on a Sunday

I told all my niggers we would make it out one day

I just wanna count a 100 thousand on a Sunday

I told all my niggers we would make it out one day

It feels like now or never, ready for whatever man

I told my mom one day I was gonna get my shit and.. perhaps she's getting real

Talking made the deals, no more prices on that work

We don't know the movie... and this bitch I'm with is...

From.. we fight a lot but she stay down

And her hair long, and her ass fat, and I treat that shit like a playground

My nigger I be on it, early in the morning

Bumping down, smoking... right on stage when I'm performing

And these women know my names, they got... no games

Should I break so many hoes, and my momma will be ashamed

It's OK living for the night, penny in my..

Tell her bitch, I got what you want, I know what you like, shit!

Everything is major when you're playing for the majors

And you owe nobody mother fucking famous

Closer to my dreams, and I can't describe the feeling

Hundred stacks and body bags, nigga I'mma make a killing!

Chorus:

Feels like I've waited my whole life to say

And now I'm telling everyone that I know

Ain't nothing getting in my way

Until they know..

I just wanna count a 100 thousand on a Sunday

I told all my niggers we would make it out one day

I just wanna count a 100 thousand on a Sunday

I told all my niggers we would make it out one day

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