Yeah, I said we on a hundred right now, oh! I'm on a hundred! We on a hundred! Yeah, I said I'm on a hundred right now, hey! That's the type of thing that may upset me Yeah, I said I'm on a hundred right now, hey! (Woo!) Hey, I'm on a hundred right now

It must have been a bitch while I was gone I'm sorry to have taken so long You'll reacquaint yourself with my style All this time you put up a fear For a hundred thousand years You mind if I sit down for a while Well, how could you have waited so long

Fifty five hundred for a new pair of titties I'll buy 'em like Jordans Give her a couple of thousands now she feelin' important Dick her down she'll be gone by the morning She got them ass shots that I like Pop a Addie we'll be fuckin' all night She say

Love throw a line On you and me Just before the blood runs into the valley Let's write a story of, a title wave We run out of luck, we run out of days We run out of gas, hundred miles away From a station There's a war and a plague yeah, smoke and

Name another nigga hot I'm just honest Gold bottles on bottles, I’m just honest A hundred thousand on watches I’m just honest Coupes all on coupes, I’m just honest I keep a gang of bad bitches with me too And we ain’t never going back to what we used to

The deepest gray forever lives inside of me But I am not afraid for I have lived this agony And so my patience thins Could blood not be so sweet Or flow enough to sustain Two hundred nine tomorrow's rise And I'm alone again Please not this way So sweet

Sometimes I wonder where will we go Lord don't take my whiskey, rock and roll I'm headed down a highway got a suitcase by my side Blue skies hangin' over my head I got five hundred miles to ride I'm goin' down to Memphis town to play a late night show I

Who's gonna love you better? And I know you do, I do it too Who's gonna be me now? Can she live with your flaws Why do you think we think we know what would happen? Felt it a hundred times We got the perfect eyes, eh eh What if she asked would you tell

I see you with it, I'm with it, my nigga, let's get it This bankroll got hundreds and fifties All too familiar, admit it, I'm truly committed My palms consistently itching Served out the kitchen, relentless, we chasing these Benjis Back to back Maybachs

Baby sweet baby Here I am I'm knowing Won't you please Come on back home to me I've been so lonely These few days feel like A hundred years How you make me worry baby How you make me worry about you