J/G - Hundred in Ones Lyrics

The money is the motive
The motive...
I got a hundred in ones (hunnit, hunnit, hunnit)
I got a hundred in ones (yeah, yeah)
I got a hundred in ones (hunnit, hunnit, hunnit)
I got a hundred in ones (yeah, yeah)
And I'ma blow it all
I'ma have a ball (swish)
Spend this money fast
Then I go and make it back (wooo)
Get the call I double back
Pick up flip another pack (yeah)
Hit the bank then I relax
Do it all for the cash, do it all for the
Let me tell you something I'm a humble dude
Never cocky but you know I never lose
Cause I'm all about my f*cking revenue
I got one bitch but she cum in twos
And the mass debating what I'm gonna do
While I'm masturbating in a foreign coupe
Six bars in talking bout my dick
Another J.G. song about the same shit
Wait- let me keep it going
Without even knowing, this is real rap
All facts, no cap, take this- Prozac
Roll that, smoke gas, no tax- these dudes know that
All in, no act, nomad, drove past, no class, where's the stove at- bitch!
I wanna whip, you see that I'm cooking, you notice my shit
This is my time baby girl, this is it
So pack up your bags, we're taking a trip
And not coming back, until the summer's over
On a red eye and I hover over
All my struggles that I always stumble over
Out the storm now the lightening and thunder over
I got a hundred in ones (hunnit, hunnit, hunnit)
I got a hundred in ones (yeah, yeah)
I got a hundred in ones (hunnit, hunnit, hunnit)
I got a hundred in ones (yeah, yeah)
And I'ma blow it all
I'ma have a ball (swish)
Spend this money fast
Then I go and make it back (wooo)
Get the call I double back
Pick up flip another pack (yeah)
Hit the bank then I relax
Do it all for the cash, do it all for the
Do it all for the cash, so I'm never worried
Only 20 something, but I'm legendary
Bitch get the message like a secretary
I'ma go hard til I'm dead and buried in a cemetery, writing my own obituary
With a "Jar of Hearts" like Christina Perri
28 shots, like it's February
So call em tell em get they pistols ready
And let it bang in this bitch, let it bang in this bitch
If it's my time I ain't scared, let it hang in this bitch, let it hang in this bitch
I'm going up
Smoke in the room cause I don't give a f*ck
Saturday night so you know that I'm drunk
When life is this good, how can it suck, huh?
All the money in the world couldn't take this stress away
But if I gotta be stressed I'd rather be stressed in an Escalade, I'm forever paid
And I'm bout to detonate, all over you featherweights, I'm the heavyweight
And I never hesitate- I tell a bitch to work, give me a resume
I got a hundred in ones (hunnit, hunnit, hunnit)
I got a hundred in ones (yeah, yeah)
I got a hundred in ones (hunnit, hunnit, hunnit)
I got a hundred in ones (yeah, yeah)
And I'ma blow it all
I'ma have a ball (swish)
Spend this money fast
Then I go and make it back (wooo)
Get the call I double back
Pick up flip another pack (yeah)
Hit the bank then I relax
Do it all for the cash, do it all for the