[Intro: ]
(Gentle Beatz)

[Chorus: Young Bull]
You ain't never seen a hundred
All my n***as gettin' money
Yeah, we steady thumbin' through it
We be bouncin' out them coupes
I'm so poured off this four, probably why I'm actin' rude
I might hit you with this chop, I won't hesitate to shoot
Gettin' money every day, these n***as pocket watching, fool
If a bitch wanna hang, she gotta pay me in abundance
I need the big loaf, told her hit the ground runnin'

[Verse 1: Ralfy the Plug]
Hand over a loaf, I need the money in abundance
He caught a head tap, he got slumped doin' the running man
We know your typе, you ain't never seen a hundred bands
Walkеd in this bitch with the pack like I'm Stunnaman
I don't even try no more, I just stunt on n***as
You think you fuckin' with me? I can beg to differ
We take jewels, you'd think I came with Hitler
Lucky cat around my neck, I named him "Mr. Whiskers"
You ain't a boss, you lucky you hang with Smithers
Gotta pay to play over here, I ain't got no game to give you
Can't learn how to be a joint, it's just in you
Everything ain't what it seem, you don't know how what I've been through, the Plug
[Chorus: Young Bull]
You ain't never seen a hundred
All my n***as gettin' money
Yeah, we steady thumbin' through it
We be bouncin' out them coupes
I'm so poured off this four, probably why I'm actin' rude
I might hit you with this chop, I won't hesitate to shoot
Gettin' money every day, these n***as pocket watching, fool
If a bitch wanna hang, she gotta pay me in abundance
I need the big loaf, told her hit the ground runnin'

[Verse 2: 03 Greedo]
Shake all these racks with these tax inside a rubber band
Ain't even got no car, I got no jawn that's worth a hundred bands
I just spent my savings with someone I feel can't understand me
Made a stepper out my traps, they didn't serve a damn to run in that
I spent a quarter of my bucks, quarter of my dollar
Thuggin' was so [?] every time I touched a punchline
Bitch, they call me Greedy, kept a chopper every lunchtime
I had plans and bags of cereal every time it's crunchtime
'Member yellow tickets on the campus duckin' one time
I had plaza bags of flavor, you can hit me for the punchline
Bullet on my gun, shooters goin' down it
I got goals that keep it mafia, I'm coolin' with my Tommy
I got too much in my tummy, wrapped in paper like a mummy
Evaporate when it get sunny, I'm a motherfuckin' zombie, ayy
Hood for my lil' migo, finna tighten that bitch under it
Don't give a fuck for my lil' peoples, so I'm ridin' with my drone today
[Chorus: Young Bull]
You ain't never seen a hundred
All my n***as gettin' money
Yeah, we steady thumbin' through it
We be bouncin' out them coupes
I'm so poured off this four, probably why I'm actin' rude