[Intro: Quavo, Mustard, & YG]
Woop, woo
Y'all already know who I am, right?
Mustard on the beat, ho
Let's go
[Chorus: Quavo]
Hundred bands, hundred bands
Hundred bands, hundred bands (Hundred bands)
Ten bands (Ten bands), in the right hand (Right)
Ten bands (Hey), in my left hand (Quavo, ten)
[Verse 1: Quavo]
Make her best friend (Woop), be her hypeman (Hypeman)
You keep going big (Woop), she wanna fight, damn (Going big)
Bad bitches in my city catching flights, damn (Bad)
Popping big bands when they hit the lights, damn (Cash)
I pull down on your city
In your city, they fuck with me (City)
And these bitches fucking with me
'Cause I represent my city (Fuck with me)
Get your issue, you can witness
All this cash that we gettin' (Woop)
If you start it, we gon' finish
Whole gang with the business (Here we go, go, business, baow)
[Chorus: Quavo & YG]
Hundred bands, hundred bands
Hundred bands, hundred bands (Hundred bands)
Ten bands (Ten bands), in the right hand (Right, 4Hunnid)
Ten bands (Hey), in my left hand
[Verse 2: YG]
Santa Claus bag, hoes sit up on you (Hoes sit)
Suge Knight bag, have the shooters get up on you (Get flipped, nigga)
You see the red Lamborghini as I hit the corner (As I hit the corner)
YG got his shit together, he a business owner (Oh-oh)
Popping tags, shopping bags, nigga, I gotta brag (Gotta brag)
The YSL don't fit, I ain't even take it back (Fuck that shit)
Ella Mai trippin', we do a lot of that (Do a lot of that)
But it ain't ever 'bout a bitch, we trip to Cabo, Jack (Skrrt)
Ayy, big bands on me, drumline (Big bands)
I just let the money talk, don't need no punchline
I like the sunshine so I said fuck the roof (What is that?)
If you 'bout a bag, holler SuWoop (Let's go)
[Chorus: Quavo & Meek Mill]
Hundred bands, hundred bands
Hundred bands, hundred bands (Hundred bands)
Ten bands (Ten bands), in the right hand (Right)
Ten bands (Hey), in my left hand (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
More money (More money), more bitches (More bitches)
More millis (More millis), more riches (Yeah)
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, I got four bitches
And they squatting on that dick like they doin' fitness
Said he looking for me, came through in the drop-top (Skrrt)
Spin the corner in the dorm while the opps watch (Let's get it)
I'm too rich to go through somethin' about a thot thot, huh
Feds grabbed you, you back home, oh, you a cop cop, huh?
This shit serious (This shit serious)
Bad bitch gon' give me brain, she on her period (She on her period)
In the trenches of Dubai, they don't know where he is (Where he at?)
Is that a bird? No, that's a jet, yeah, there he is, gang
[Chorus: Quavo]
Hundred bands, hundred bands
Hundred bands, hundred bands (Hundred bands)
Ten bands (Ten bands), in the right hand (Right)
Ten bands (Hey), in my left hand
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