"100,000" lyrics

Flexed up and I don't care
Lil' nigga, don't go there
Bitch really tried to go there
Like, bitch, get off my shoulder
Came in this bitch with my soldier
Who is she? I think I know her
Popping out like a gopher
Son of a bitch, wan' be sober
Bitch wanna fuck with the drip and the flex
I put a hundred thou' down on my goddamn neck
Real 1c nigga, I'm real as it gets (Go)
Bitch came to the crib and throws neck

Bitch, find me at the trap spot
Stupid me, I feel like a crack rock
Got it on me at the back block
Got it on me at the back block
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Running off on your big homie
Nigga, that's why I got bills on me
Running up, keep my steel on me
I pull out, I— yeah
It's ho niggas that talk on me
Diamonds on my neck, I got rocks on me
Look at the skyscrapers, walk around
I know Meech looking down on me, yeah
Long live Cook
Play coming down, read his ass like a book
Get in my way, then you getting took
I'm getting money, you know they gonna look
The way we pulled up, we left they ass shook
Go to the beach and I go read a book
Long live Cook