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[Chorus: Tracy T] Started with 16, nigga Now I've got a hundred P's, nigga Migo came and drop the ton, bitch Made the profit, gave it to my mom [Verse 1: Tracy T] Migo came and drop the ton Nigga I got a lot of ones Lot of twenties, lot of fifties, lot of hundreds, lot of guns Started started started started, with an L bow Thank thank thank God for the truck loads Pockets only going crazy like wow nigga I got platinum like my jewelry fuck em gold digger Wow wow wow wow , Quarters used to sack 'em up Zips I used to sack 'em up, now the driver backin' up Bad bitch she bustin' bells weight on the scale and bag em up Nigga try to rob, I gave 'em hell, the choppa backed him up Bang bang bang bang! Just another toe tag Wow wow wow wow Got it all up off a bag [Chorus: Tracy T] Started with 16, nigga Now I've got a hundred P's, nigga Migo came and drop the ton, bitch Made the profit, gave it to my mom [Verse 2: Meek Mill] Started with a 16, now I've got a hundred P's I was dead broke, i used to pray to get a hundred ki's Posted on the corner, ounce of coke in my dungarees Watchin for the [?] tryna sting us like bumblebees Leanin' off that pro-meth Hundred bands ain't no sweat Go and tell a hommie nigga, fuck your plug Fuck your body you ain't got no check Cause my niggas ball Ball like there ain't no ref And these niggas flat tops, blow my whistles Call for a pound though it ain't no text So it ain't no shop Brand new coupe with a see through roof But it ain't no drop Hold up There ain't no drop with a see through roof? So there ain't no top Cause i've got panoramic views Put your men up on the news And i put you up in a hearse And leave your family with the blues, nigga [Chorus: Tracy T] Started with 16, nigga Now I've got a hundred P's, nigga Migo came and drop the ton, bitch Made the profit, gave it to my mom [Verse 3: Tracy T] Hol up hol up hol up hol up what’s you doing nigga? Whole thing for 33, that's Patrick Ewing nigga Same bitches that ain’t laugh when I told a joke Now I can talk a hundred thousand out they pussy ho I slamp dunk it with my migo, throw that alley-oop 30 footer I can show a nigga how to shoot Yeah they talking 'bout who is T? But who the fuck is you? Thousand dollar suit, thousand thousand dollar shoes I gave my mom all of the profit nigga Next trip I bought some diamonds clear as vodka nigga Vacheron, gold Rollie or an A.P Started with a pound now i gotta thousand p's [Chorus: Tracy T] Started with 16, nigga Now I've got a hundred P's, nigga Migo came and drop the ton, bitch Made the profit, gave it to my mom