[Chorus: Willie Waters]
I had to run up the digits
Counting the hundreds, fifties, and twenties
We handling business
Stacking it up til its touching the ceiling
And all of my n***as is with me
Yeah we out here and we trying to get it
All the real n***as fuck with me
All the bad bitches fuck with me
I had to run up the digits
Counting the hundreds, fifties, and twenties
We handling business
Stacking it up til its touching the ceiling
And all of my n***as is with me
Yeah we out here and we trying to get it
All the real n***as fuck with me
All the bad bitches fuck with me

[Verse 1: Willie Waters]
Need them blue hundreds
Got my bitch in the back and she thumbing through hundreds
N***as ain't 100
If you real then n***a then don't say nothing
It's easy to get money
Hardest thing is to keep it coming
Get off of your ass go out and go get it
Im self made n***as owe me nothing
Truth is n***a started with nothing
Kept grinding got it out of the mud
Remember when we ain't even have no buzz
Now I get paid to walk in the club
Bitches all on me they showing me love
I touch money I can't get enough
She touch me and she can't get enough
And after the club she ready to fuck
She want me to wife her I can't fall in love
The money come first put nothing above
It is what it is
It was what it was
And I wish you the best of luck
Sorry i'm not the one
All of my n***as is one
New money we counting it up
And we gon keep running it up
[Chorus: Willie Waters]
I had to run up the digits
Counting the hundreds, fifties, and twenties
We handling business
Stacking it up til its touching the ceiling
And all of my n***as is with me
Yeah we out here and we trying to get it
All the real n***as fuck with me
All the bad bitches fuck with me
I had to run up the digits
Counting the hundreds, fifties, and twenties
We handling business
Stacking it up til its touching the ceiling
And all of my n***as is with me
Yeah we out here and we trying to get it
All the real n***as fuck with me
All the bad bitches fuck with me

[Verse 2: 350Heem]
I was just flipping the chicken
I was down bad you know that I had to go get it
All of the choppas extended
Im a kill you and the beat and I won't leave a witness
And all of my bitches in order
Some of my bitches is foreign they come cross the boarder
Looking like boulders
Always look over my shoulder then I drop a deuce in my soda
All that I smoke is exotic girl i want your body I tell her come over and ride it
Run up a check and stay silent I know that they watching but they can not do nothing about it
All black like i'm in illuminati
All hundreds bitch you know that I got it
Gang gang bitch you know that we popping
Dripping sauce girl you know how i'm rocking
I don't know why she thinking i'm the one
I looked at her and told her it's none
I got like 10 rounds in a gun
I done been down bad for a month
These n***as faking they just want to front
She getting freaky right after the blunt
She wanna kick it I don't want to punt
My n***as eating take off with your lunch
I had to run up them digits
[Chorus: Willie Waters]
I had to run up the digits
Counting the hundreds, fifties, and twenties
We handling business
Stacking it up til its touching the ceiling
And all of my n***as is with me
Yeah we out here and we trying to get it
All the real n***as fuck with me
All the bad bitches fuck with me
I had to run up the digits
Counting the hundreds, fifties, and twenties
We handling business
Stacking it up til its touching the ceiling
And all of my n***as is with me
Yeah we out here and we trying to get it
All the real n***as fuck with me
All the bad bitches fuck with me