100+

[Intro: EST Gee]

(Ayoza, you wrong for this shit)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Baby & EST Gee]

Yeah, used to want a hundred 'til I got it and it wasn’t enough

You can't make a profit off a pound, then you can't run with us

They act like they down, pick up the slang, but they ain’t one of us

You know I can't be fucked with, neck and wrist don't cost a hundred plus

I know how it feel to play that field, until you double up

I don't care if she bought it from the doctor or a natural butt

The sex always better inside this half-a-million-dollar truck

[Verse 1: EST Gee]

Cullinan, if it ain't no luck, then do it more than once

Different truck, that's me in that Dawn right now, I'm pullin' up

Solid, young, and rich as fuck, Geeski turned the city up

The realest and the richеst ones, you want to, but ain’t get enough

On Jacob in a pick-up truck, еn route to pick like sixty up

I fall in the pocket like a raw piece when you drop it

And I can get you rich from just bein’ 'round me if we partners

Remember feelin’ my loss, goin' crazy, arguin' with my faucet

Add some more cut, it ain't lockin’, from the kitchen to the office

I'm the king, for sure the dada, I'm like Simba or Mufasa

Keep a stick like it's a walker, you seem like you into gossip

I don't wanna do no talkin', get down, lay down only option

[Chorus: Lil Baby & EST Gee]

Yeah, used to want a hundred 'til I got it and it wasn't enough

You can't make a profit off a pound, then you can't run with us

They act like they down, pick up the slang, but they ain't one of us

You know I can't be fucked with, neck and wrist don't cost a hundred plus

I know how it feel to play that field, until you double up

I don't care if she bought it from the doctor or a natural butt

The sex always better inside this half-a-million-dollar truck

The sex always better inside this half-a-million-dollar truck

[Verse 2: EST Marti]

I've been gamblin' for ten hours straight, I nodded on the dice

Got a dub on me, bro got a hundred, we still call that light

I might stalk her page, she lookin' good, might just book a flight

Said her baby daddy her type, you with a Shiner, you'll be alright

Do she love me 'cause my heart of gold? Maybe it's the pape'

Wan' be saved, well, it's a bit too late, plus I can't fit a cape

She want romance and dinner dates, I can't get a break

I'm not father games, I only play how fast I fill a safe

I don't wanna talk 'bout opps and hoes, just cash and businesses

Lawyer fees and sentences, the streets done got excessive shit

On the phone with Fatboy droppin' tears, I heard him reminisce

Sellin' boy, but he still love the girl, my bro a feminist

Got a million-dollar run in with three different drugs in me

I slept good with a six-figure bond, my bro'll come get me

Fuck a like, I'm here to stay, but sorry, I don't love any

I can't guarantee your safety, please don't come to my city

Got a grim tale for every stack, it's a hundred in this trap

If I pay, it's 'cause I wanted to, my hood love me a lot

Off the Xans, I thought I lost six grams, I blamed it on a thot

Asshole, I need to apologize, I found it in my sock (My bad)

Run it up, I'm on the clock, should be gone, I'm on the block

Eyes buggin' out these clear frames, I'm sorry, I'm off a yacht

Got the cash, just give me thirty minutes, I'll grab it from the spot

Got the cash, just give me thirty minutes, I'll grab it from the, yeah (Marti)