[Intro]
Shit, hah
Aha 
Woo 
Yeah
Oh, this 104, n***a
Yeah,  yeah, yeah
I  swear to God, n***a
Turn me up some
Woo 
I wanna thank you n***as for tunin' in
Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go
Woo

[Verse 1]
Got  the F&N right here, right on my lap (Right on my lap)
Lookin' like I just made a million dollars perhaps (Woo)
Mind me, I'm duckin' now if we was shootin' up craps (Shootin' them craps)
Big cuz missed his point and we was bustin' up straps (Bustin' up straps)
I made fifty of them thangs to put the hood on the map (Yeah)
Big old shootout yesterday, it put the heat on the trap (Damn)
Gotta do it with 'em, baby, got the pot and the cap (Pot and the cap)
My auntie mother ain't trippin' 'cause she takin' a nap (Yeah)
Hope rhyme beat the feds, I just might make it in rap (Make it in rap)
Right now a package on the road, I pray it makin' it back (Makin' it back)
It just pulled in the garage as a matter of fact (Yeah)
Ten minutes later I was cookin' some crack
[Chorus]
Hundred bottles on the way, you better tell 'em (Better tell 'em)
Million dollars on the way, you better tell 'em (Better tell 'em)
Million dollars off the yay, you better tell 'em (Better tell 'em)
Give a fuck 'bout what they say, you better tell 'em (Better tell 'em)
Hundred bottles on the way, you better tell 'em (Better tell 'em)
Million dollars on the way, you better tell 'em (Better tell 'em)
Yeah, you better tell 'em (Better tell 'em)
(You already know what this shit is, n***a) You better tell 'em

[Verse 2]
Set up the Kenmore stove, let it do what it do (Do what it do)
And if I drop a twenty, yeah, you know I'm makin' it, too (Damn)
Plenty money out here, these n***as makin' it, too (Makin' it, too)
Two-elevens 'round here, these n***as takin' it, too (Ha-haa)
Rolls truck just dropped, I'ma get it in blue (Get it in blue)
Drive it to the west side and I'ma give it to Bleu (Give it to Bleu)
Yeah, I heard he turned state, damn, who woulda knew? (Who woulda knew?)
My son consciously said, "He woulda done it to you" (Damn)
Still run with killers and them dealers, yeah, she lovin' the crew (Lovin' the crew)
Still run with trappers and them hustlers, yeah, they buggin' the crew (Yeah)
And if a n***a ever cross me, I ain't fuckin' with you (Nah)
Get back up on some gangsta shit 'cause that ain't nothin' to do (What's happenin'?)

[Chorus]
Hundred bottles on the way, you better tell 'em (Better tell 'em)
Million dollars on the way, you better tell 'em (Better tell 'em)
Million dollars off the yay, you better tell 'em (Better tell 'em)
Give a fuck 'bout what they say, you better tell 'em (Better tell 'em)
Hundred bottles on the way, you better tell 'em (Better tell 'em)
Million dollars on the way, you better tell 'em (Better tell 'em)
Yeah, you better tell 'em (Better tell 'em)
(Wassup? 104, n***a) You better tell 'em