WAKA FLOCKA FLAME - All 100s lyrics
rate meBrick Squad Monopoly
That’s the company
All 100s, all 100s
No 50s, no 20s, just 100s
All 100s, all 100s
No 50s, no 20s, just 100s
All 100s, all 100s
No 50s, no 20s, just 100s
All 100s, all 100s
No 50s, no 20s, just 100s
All 100s, that mean 100 straps
100 cars, 100 bars, 100 racks
I’m 100 proof, I speak the truth
You ain’t bought a drop top, I can shot and send you through the roof
Papi there, it’s 100 here
In 100 shells, ain’t no running here
I’m 100 man, I’m stunning, man
Been 100 places, seen 100 things
Made me 100 thousand, gave back to public housing
My chain on, they try to house it
Young niggas in your house, nigga get down
If you looking for the pounds, nigga sit down
Young niggas be them wolves so they split down
And when they stop and ride all better get down
All 100s, all 100s
No 50s, no 20s, just 100s
All 100s, all 100s
No 50s, no 20s, just 100s
All 100s, all 100s
No 50s, no 20s, just 100s
All 100s, all 100s
No 50s, no 20s, just 100s
For 50 bills you need 100 racks
Prices low, we don’t need the cash
No 20s, no figures, just hundreds
My young niggas, they gunning
If the fingers snap get your man down
Rip it down on our hands
Say purp, molly, weed
All you be my niggas, just call the nigga
Old grand and I’m bombing, nigga
Young niggas, they gunning, nigga
I came from nothing, I ain’t changing, nigga
Thug game to my bass nigga
I’m shitting on ‘em, no stage, nigga
Bad bitch and she thuggin’
13, 14, even 12, these niggas is hustling
Gotta get some money, gotta make some money
Gotta get some money, gotta make some money
Be damned rolled up, nigga, take it all from me, goddman
Got hands in my pocket but my shoes look funny
The niggas rapping that street money
No more swag, homie that’s money
In Pittsburgh where the group know
We rob you, nigga, you knocked up
All 100s, all 100s
No 50s, no 20s, just 100s
All 100s, all 100s
No 50s, no 20s, just 100s
All 100s, all 100s
No 50s, no 20s, just 100s
All 100s, all 100s
No 50s, no 20s, just 100s
All 100s, no 50s
All choppers, no glizzies
All said, no fishy
Pouring the Ciroc, no Diddy
Blow a couple grand, no biggy
See if I like her, bitch leave with me
Brick Squad nigga, got the team with me
Sprite so dirty, got that lean in it
In the fast lane, fuck the speed limit
Coast so steep you can’t breathe in it
Track all numbers getting payment
Show me if you want, get your dream ended
Y’all losing, we winning
No play, our business
Come up in the strip club, I’ll tip you
100 nigga eat but we all gremlins
They call me S Money, big competitions
Call me cooked up I need a block of whipping
You niggas been broke, need a pot to piss in
I don’t really see no competition
Pittsburgh, Riverdale
Brick Squad, love the game
We cool, y’all lames
100 stacks, small change
All 100s, all 100s
No 50s, no 20s, just 100s
All 100s, all 100s
No 50s, no 20s, just 100s
All 100s, all 100s
No 50s, no 20s, just 100s
All 100s, all 100s
No 50s, no 20s, just 100s
