lirik lagu lil $horty - 100 thou
[intro]
(reversed: “iamluxx”)
[chorus]
if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout money that’s when you lost (that’s when you lost)
ay, come get your b-tch, i can’t get her off (come get her off)
i’m sippin’ lean in the mornin’, this ain’t no cough (this ain’t no cough)
i’m swervin’ drivin’ the benz like ricky bobby (like ricky bobby)
bad b-tch annoying, trying to see what i’m doin’ right now (what i’m doin’ right now, yeah) (brr, brr)
i done f-cked around and just ran up a hunned thou’ (ran up hunned thou, yeah)
i done made a way for myself, got n-gg-s like, “how?” (got n-gg-s like, “how”, yeah)
i’m stackin’ my money up real tall like yao (like yao ming, yeah)
if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout money that’s when you lost (that’s when you lost)
ay, come get your b-tch, i can’t get her off (come get her off)
i’m sippin’ lean in the mornin’, this ain’t no cough (this ain’t no cough)
i’m swervin’ drivin’ the benz like ricky bobby (like ricky bobby)
bad b-tch annoying, trying to see what i’m doin’ right now (what i’m doin’ right now, yeah) (brr, brr)
i done f-cked around and just ran up a hunned thou’ (ran up hunned thou, yeah)
i done made a way for myself, got n-gg-s like, “how?” (got n-gg-s like, “how”, yeah)
i’m stackin’ my money up real tall like yao (like yao ming, yeah)
[verse]
i pulled up in i8, b-tch, wit’ the doors up
glock in my goyard bag, i don’t need no holster
your b-tch on my line like a book, she want my to poke her
but i’m so one wit’ the gang, slidin’ in the rover
call my line, what you need? hit my motorola
i’m feelin’ like chief keef ’cause i hate bein’ sober
and i’m off a four leanin’ so i’m kinda movin’ slower
if land they ever took high i’m trying to get lower
i sprint to the money, i’m runnin’
i laugh to the bank, this sh-t funny
i tell them i want the blue hunneds
they gave the wrong young n-gg- money, yeah
i’m just a n-gg- that came from nothin’ and turned nothin’ into somethin’, yeah
you gon’ hear my engine hummin’ before you see a young n-gg- comin’, yeah
i’m too busy countin’ up money (you dig?), you n-gg-s be worried ’bout b-tches
i’m feelin’ like future, b-tch, i’m goin’ dummy, prolly somewhere f-ckin’ all of your mistresses
ain’t worried ’bout nothin’, got the strap on me
i’m countin’ up hunneds, your pockets on e
got your b-tch trying to pull up and f-ck wit’ the g
she f-cked up when she started talkin’ ’bout weed
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