[Intro]
(Fifty Grand)
(Ninetyniiine)

[Chorus]
Yea, labels can hit my phone, but I need a milli'
Hunnids and fifties and hunnids and fifties and hunnids and fifties hunnids and fifties
Higher then a helicopter, we finna crash, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuck around with a choppa leave you in a case, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woo

[Verse]
Yea, bitch I don't need it, yeah
Push start then we beat it, yeah
I'm on the pillies, i'm geeked, yeah, yeah
[?], so hard to believe that, yeah
Shot at the opps and I ain't die yet
Boy get yo ass gon for a lil Louie bag
Finna hit a club and throw some bands
Hunnids and fifties and hunnids and fifties
I'm beating lil bitch [?]
Young n***a, bought a pint of that Tec, woah
I just got mad, I'll cover her case, woah
Two [?], I need to relax

[Chorus]
Yea, labels can hit my phone, but I need a milli'
Hunnids and fifties and hunnids and fifties and hunnids and fifties hunnids and fifties
Hunnids and fifties and hunnids and fifties and hunnids and fifties hunnids and fifties
Hunnids and fifties and hunnids and fifties and hunnids and fifties hunnids and fifties
Hunnids and fifties and hunnids and fifties and hunnids and fifties hunnids and fifties
Hunnids and fifties and hunnids and fifties and hunnids and fifties hunnids and fifties
Hunnids and fifties and hunnids and fifties and hunnids and fifties hunnids and fifties
Hunnids and fifties and hunnids and fifties and hunnids and fifties hunnids and fifties