A hunnid years from now we gonna all be dead, all be dead
All be dead
So tonight, bitch, I might as well get head
I got a tan line, I wear my fucking Rollie so much
Lil’ bitch, you think it’s something but a fire in the gutter?
Kinda want it, bought it with the money, oh look
Which girl you don’t fuck, I’m gonna show you how to fuck her
Count a hunnid bands, watch it swerve on the street (oh-oh-oh)
Count a hunnid bands, will I know? No, not me (oh-oh-oh)
An’ I got a hunnid-thousand in my motherfucking bag
Pull up Saint Laurent and I put it on the jet (oh-oh-oh)
Motherfucking jet, drop the top on a Bent’
Pull up to the fucking club and I’m smacking on your bitch (oh-oh-oh)
Lil’ mama gon’ shut it up
Hell no, because we’re young, shit
Now I got shawty on my…
Yeah I let her for no reason
Did all that shit, now I fuck on your bitch
I don’t remember nothing when I wake
I just put forty-thousand on my wrist
I just be like I’m a man on a mission (oh-oh-oh)
Got a rattlesnake, keep it hissing (rattle)
And I pour it down for no reason (ayy)
I got a tan line, I wear my fucking Rollie so much
Lil’ bitch, you think it’s something but a fire in the gutter?
Kinda want it, bought it with the money, oh look
Which girl you don’t fuck, I’m gonna show you how to fuck her
A hunnid years from now, we gon’ all be dead, all be dead
All be dead
So tonight, bitch, I might as well get head
A hunnid years from now, we gonna all be dead, all be dead
So tonight I might as well get head
Ain’t talking that shit for no reason
When you know you coming home this evening
Why you wanna come and play with my emotions?
When you know you should be going through the motions
We don’t got no time to waste, whoa-oa-oa
This is not the time or place, oh-oh-ohhh
This the shit that make you wanna wow (wow, wow)
And I really think I’m on that king shit
Make you wanna bow down (bow down)
Ooh, I’m feeling like I lost it now
Got me running like a faucet now
Tell them there’s a new boss in town
Girl, I’m feeling like I’m lost and found
‘Cause I’m so up and down
Count a hunnid bands, watch it swerve on the street (oh-oh-oh)
Count a hunnid bands, will I know? No, not me
A hunnid years from now we gonna all be dead, all be dead
All be dead
So tonight, bitch, I might as well get head
A hunnid years from now, we gonna all be dead, all be dead
So tonight
I might as well get head