1st Hunnid Bands

[Intro: Yo Gotti & DJ Drama]

(Dee, you poppin' your shit, nigga)

My first hundred bands

Thank the hood for my first hundred grand

For motivational purposes only

Was runnin' plays for my first hundred bands

Let's thank the J's for my first hundred grand

I Showed You So

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]

My first hundred grand, thought I was a millionaire

My first hundred P's in the whip, can barely fit in there (Woo, Gangsta)

Ten stacks of tens stacked in rubber bands (Bands)

Fives, tens, and twenties, my first hundred grand (Grand)

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]

I grew up with nothin' (Nothin'), watched my mama suffer (Damn)

Idolized my father (Father), looked up to my brother (Brother)

Both of them were hustlers (Hustlers), both of them were gangstеrs (Gangster, Gangsta)

Grandview Elemеntary, in sixth grade, I had a banger (Pow)

Always had a problem (Problem), couldn't deal with my anger (Couldn't deal with my anger)

Never talk 'round bitches (Shh), never spoke 'round strangers (Quiet)

I wanted to get money somehow, I ended up famous (How?)

But God know, my first hundred thousand came from slingling (Yeah)

Lord knows, I never been a pussy nigga, ain't I?

My favorite room in the house the kitchen

Never goin' broke 'bout no bitches (Never)

It's a difference 'tween gettin' money and trickin'

Hundred K on my missus

It's a difference when you playin' with a hundred million

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]

My first hundred grand (Grand), thought I was a millionaire (I am)

My first hundred P's (Hundred P's) in the whip, can barely fit in there (Woo)

Ten stacks of tens stacked in rubber bands (That's a hundred)

Fives, tens, and twenties, my first hundred grand (A hundred)

My first hundred grand (Hundred) thought I was a millionaire

My first hundred P's in the whip, can barely fit in there (Woo)

Ten stacks of tens stacked in rubber bands (That's a huncho)

Fives, tens, and twenties, my first hundred grand (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]

Started with an ounce (oz), better yet, a half (Half)

Nigga, I'm talkin' fourteen grams still in the bag (Plastic)

Four O's in a split (Split), it's one twenty-five (Woo)

That's a half a quarter (Quarter), I pay twenty-five (Cash)

Now I got a nine (Nine), that's a quarter ki' (Ki')

I feel like the plug (I am), you can buy it off of me

Got a half a chicken (A chicken), got fronted a half a chicken (Give me that)

Now I got a brick (A what?) standin' in the kitchen (Woo)

Microwave tricks, niggas showed my how to whip it (Whip it)

Summertime, I ran up a cool quarter ticket

I ain't fuck it up (What I do?), re'd up, flipped it (What I do?)

Re'd up, flipped it (Flipped it), re'd up, flipped it (Flipped it)

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]

My first hundred grand (Grand), thought I was a millionaire (I am)

My first hundred P's in the whip, can barely fit in there (Woo)

Ten stacks of tens stacked in rubber bands

Fives, tens, and twenties, my first hundred grand

My first hundred grand, thought I was a millionaire (I am)

My first hundred P's in the whip, can barely fit in there

Ten stacks of tens stacked in rubber bands (That's a huncho)

Fives, tens, and twenties, my first hundred grand (Yeah)

[Outro: DJ Drama]

(Dee, you poppin' your shit, nigga)

Gangsta Grizzilz

Hundred grand or more these days for me to talk that shit on your mixtape

And that's just pocket money