16

[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