100 Racks

[Chorus: LouGotCash] Can't come around, we don't trust you Ran through the streets with the muzzle None of my niggas don't tussle If you want smoke gon' bust you Hundred racks stashed in the duffel Hundred racks stashed in the duffel Hundred racks stashed in the duffel Hundred racks stashed in the duffel Can't come around, we don't trust you Run through the streets with the muzzle None of my niggas gon' tussle If you want smoke gon' bust you Hundred racks stashed in the duffel Hundred racks stashed in the duffel Hundred racks stashed in the duffel Hundred racks stashed in the duffel [Verse 1: Lil Baby] Got my pistol on me, ain't got time to scuffle Three hundred racks in all hundreds, sittin' inside a duffel Come from the block, we didn't have much so all we know is hustle Red bottoms, they don't got a scuff on 'em Catch the opps down bad and bust on 'em Same bitches didn't wanna fuck with 'em Now them bitches all wanna fuck with 'em We catch a private jet to LA, we land in two hours I make a hundred racks every week, I need some new problems Me and my bitches just be goin' crazy, we got a shoe problem Money on my line keep on callin' Friends are dead, I step inside a coffin Run off on the plug and then we off him Every night a different city ballin' They just wanna see me do bad, but I got a lot of new cash Everywhere I go a blue rag, and I got a lot of blue cash [Chorus: LouGotCash] Can't come around, we don't trust you Ran through the streets with the muzzle None of my niggas don't tussle If you want smoke gon' bust you Hundred racks stashed in the duffel Hundred racks stashed in the duffel Hundred racks stashed in the duffel Hundred racks stashed in the duffel Can't come around, we don't trust you Run through the streets with the muzzle None of my niggas gon' tussle If you want smoke gon' bust you Hundred racks stashed in the duffel Hundred racks stashed in the duffel Hundred racks stashed in the duffel Hundred racks stashed in the duffel [Verse 2: Kaio Kane] Fuck all my haters, I don't owe you nothin' Fuck up a check and then made me another one I hit the streets, cause some pandemonium Broke the remote, ain't nobody controllin' him Slicker than oil when it come to these bitches No wonder they can't keep a hold on me Nigga be lookin' like he ain't tough Got my change up, all this gold on me Lord knows I done came up A hundred racks in my sock drawer But it's not enough 'cause I want more No it's not enough 'cause I want more So much money on me, you would think that I grow it on trees in my backyard I had to get it out the concrete, I feel the need to go that hard They call me drip lord, leave sauce on the six when I hop out the NASCAR Bitch got a pitchfork, she bad as hell, tell your ho keep a mask on I'm gettin' green like a golf course, hit a hole in one with my chains on I'm gettin' green like a golf course, hit a hole in one with my chains on [Chorus: LouGotCash] Can't come around, we don't trust you Ran through the streets with the muzzle None of my niggas don't tussle If you want smoke gon' bust you Hundred racks stashed in the duffel Hundred racks stashed in the duffel Hundred racks stashed in the duffel Hundred racks stashed in the duffel Can't come around, we don't trust you Run through the streets with the muzzle None of my niggas gon' tussle If you want smoke gon' bust you Hundred racks stashed in the duffel Hundred racks stashed in the duffel Hundred racks stashed in the duffel Hundred racks stashed in the duffel