100 Bands Lyrics By Mustard
Wooh! Wooh
Y'all already know who I am, right?
(Mustard on the beat hoe) Let's go
100 Bands, 100 bands, 100 bands , 100 bands
100 bands, 10 bands (10 bands) in the right hand (Right)
10 Bands (Hey) in my left hand (Quavo!)
Make her best friend (Wooh) Be her hype-man (Hype-man)
You keep goin' big (Wooh) She wanna fight, damn (Goin' big)
Bad bitches in my city catchin' flights, damn (Bad)
Poppin' big bands when they hit the lights, damn
I put it down on your city, in your city they fuck with me (City)
And these bitches fuckin' with me, 'cause I represent my city (Fuck with me)
Get ya in so you can witness all this cash that we gettin' (Wooh)
If you start it, we gon' finish, whole gang with the business (Bow)
100 Bands, 100 bands, 100 bands , 100 bands
100 bands, 10 bands (10 bands) in the right hand (Right)
10 Bands (Hey) in my left hand
What's 100 racks? I'll throw it real quick (Skraight up)
Thought it was Olympics way this stripper do a split
1-9-4-2 get the bad bitches lit (On God)
New Chanel purse every time she throw a fit (Straight up)
Drop it to the floor, make your knees touch your toes (21!)
I'm on group Face-Time, me and all my hoes (On God)
You can send me nudes, on my mom I won't expose (Straight up)
Half back sweep, I'ma pass it to my bros (21)
Fake kick, I'ma let my brother catch the 2 point
Bitches like single Savage, always got a new joint
Thought he was a gangsta, but he snitching, yeah oink-oink
Work too hard, bitch you can't get a coin coin (21)
100 Bands (21) 100 bands (21) 100 bands, 100 bands
100 bands, 10 bands (10 bands) in the right hand (4 Hunnid)
10 Bands (Hey) in my left hand (On God)
Santa Claus bag, hoe sit up on it
Suge Knight bag, have the shooters get up on ya
You see the red Lamborghini as I hit the corner
YG got his shit together, he a business owner (Uh-oh)
Poppin' tags, shopping bags, **** I gotta brag (Gotta brag)
The YSL don't fit, I ain't even take it back (Fuck that shit)
Ella Mai 'Trippin,' we do a lot of that (A lot of that)
But it ain't never 'bout a bitch, we trip to Cabo, jack
Aye, big bands on me, drum-line (Big bands)
I just let the money talk, don't need no punch-line
I like the sunshine, so I said "Fuck the roof" (Fuck a roof)
If you 'bout a bag, holla 'Suwoop!' (Let's go)
100 Bands, 100 bands, 100 bands , 100 bands
100 bands, 10 bands (10 bands) in the right hand (Right)
10 Bands (Hey) in my left hand
Yeah, mo' money, mo' bitches
Mo' milly's, mo' riches
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, I got four bitches
And they squattin' on that dick like they doing fitness
Shorty lookin' for me, Ken doll in the drop-top
Spin the corner in the Dawn while the opps watch
I'm too rich to go through somethin' about a THOT THOT (Huh)
Feds grabbed you, you back home? Oh, you a cop cop, huh?
Bitch, this serious (This is serious)
Bad bitch gon' give me brain, she on her period (On her period)
In the trenches, or Dubai? They don't know where he is (Where he at?)
Is that a bird, no that's a jet, yeah there he is (Gang)
100 Bands, 100 bands, 100 bands , 100 bands
100 bands, 10 bands (10 bands) in the right hand (Right)
10 Bands (Hey) in my left hand
