Lyrics Q Money – Whole 100
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Think it’s a game
Ooh, huh
Too much bands, nigga can’t hold up his pants
Hit a club, doin’ my dance
So I give a bitch pipe when I can
I been on way too many desert flights
So the pilot and the flight attendants know who I am
Used to serve grams out a grey Dodge van
Even back then, I was doin’ my dance
Even my teachers said I wouldn’t be shit
Even my priest said I wouldn’t be shit
That’s why I spent that much on my wrist
That’s why I spent that much on your bitch
I’m the same nigga, I ain’t never had shit
I’m the same young nigga that was gettin’ wick
Better not think this shit no lick
I can make one call, get your whole shit flipped, bitch
Yeah
Young nigga run around with a whole hunnid on him, goddamn (Ooh shit)
Young nigga run around with a whole hunnid bands (Bitch, shit)
Hit a strip club, these bitches just know who I am (Huh, this too money)
In a strip club, blow that money like a fan (This ain’t funny)
Got too much bands (Yeah)
Battle of the bands in my pants (Let’s go)
Nigga, you a fan (Goddamn)
I’m poppin’ shit like a Xan’, poppin’ shit, Perc’ ten (Yeah)
Private jet when I land (My jet)
Palm trees in the sand (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bought a new FN
What the fuck is you sayin’? (Fuck, fuck)
Fuck is you sayin’? (Yeah)
Niggas counted me out, I was sleepin’ on the couch
Why the fuck was you doubtin’?
Yeah, keep a .9 on me, no gold
Yeah, nigga had to find his way out
Yeah, nigga had to take a different route
Fuck around, got a deal then moved to the South
Yeah, I was tryna make my mama proud
Remember when her ass used to kick me out
Now I’m ’bout to fuck around, buy a new house
And cash what’s still gon’ fall on her couch
Fuck ’round, get my mouth bussdown
My grandma told me to invest in my smile
Brand new Rollie with a Arabic dial
With bracelet ’cause the other hand felt left out
Two-tone Cuban on my neck right now
Just like my wrist, your bitch bussdown, yeah
Yeah
Young nigga run around with a whole hunnid on him, goddamn (Goddamn, goddamn)
Young nigga run around with a whole hunnid bands (Bands, nigga)
Hit a strip club, these bitches just know who I am (This too money)
In a strip club, blow that money like a fan (This ain’t funny)
Got too much bands (Yeah)
Battle of the bands in my pants (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Nigga, you a fan (For real)
I’m poppin’ shit like a Xan’, poppin’ shit, Perc’ ten (Ten, ten)
Private jet when I land (When I land)
Palm trees in the sand (Bop!)
Bought a new FN
Hit you and your mans (Fuck, fuck)
What the fuck is you sayin’? (Fuck, fuck)
Fuck is you sayin’?