This ain't no Sean Paul, DJ Paul, Paul Wall, It's Paul D
If I had a hundred Ms
What would you do
Would I change my ways, highly unlikely
Would I chase the fame, or keep it low-key
Would I do it legit, or cop bout four keys
I would put it down for real, if I had a hundred Ms
Nah, you can't get no BBL, need to get a LLC
Always begging for some YSL, when I met you, you was barefooted, dragging your feet
Look, I don't got it, but if I had it, you couldn't get it, I'd rather stack it
You don't know your role like a bad actress, need to play your part or get your bags packing
If I had bout 100,000 racks, never seen that much at the same time
Probably get a money counter, spread it all on the counter in a straight line
Got nosey neighbors, so I make sure I close the blinds
Hold it down, we don't want the folk to find us
Probably stare at it for the first few days
Then hit the mall for some fresh new J's
Put about 40 in a 401K
Cop a couple pounds, blow the smoke in your face
Re-release THER.I.P.Y., give some to charity
A couple Ms to the fam, blow the rest like Pain
If I had a hundred Ms
Would I change my ways, highly unlikely
Would I change the fame or keep it low-key
Would I do it legit or cop bout four keys
I would put it down for real if I had a hundred Ms
Now if I had a hundred Ms, I still wouldn't f*ck with them
They, y'all, her, him, my life, you wouldn't get a glimpse
My price would be super sky high like a blimp
I'm still walking around with the fire with a limp that I got from a bag full of money
A play that I ran with the glove like Shawn Kemp
Don't let that go over your head like a brim, cause if I had a hundred Ms
I'ma invest in some shit for another hundred Ms
Stackin' this shit to the rim
So my great-grandchildren can look at your great-grands with a look of contempt
I'm droppin' a bag on f*ck niggas
I'm tired of y'all so nobody exempt
I put that on my balls cause that's my word
'Cause my word hold more weight than a gym
I'ma be in your wife throat like phlegm
If I, if I had a hundred Ms
If I had a hundred Ms
What would you do?
Would I change my ways? Highly unlikely
Would I chase the fame or keep it low key
Would I do it legit or cop bout four keys
I would put it down for real if I had a hundred Ms
Paul-D - Hunnid Ms (feat. Ole-E & Zora) Lyrics
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This ain't no Sean Paul, DJ Paul, Paul Wall, It's Paul D
If I had a hundred Ms
What would you do
Would I change my ways, highly unlikely
Would I chase the fame, or keep it low-key
Would I do it legit, or cop bout four keys
I would put it down for real, if I had a hundred Ms
Nah, you can't get no BBL, need to get a LLC
Always begging for some YSL, when I met you, you was barefooted, dragging your feet
Look, I don't got it, but if I had it, you couldn't get it, I'd rather stack it
You don't know your role like a bad actress, need to play your part or get your bags packing
If I had bout 100,000 racks, never seen that much at the same time
Probably get a money counter, spread it all on the counter in a straight line
Got nosey neighbors, so I make sure I close the blinds
Hold it down, we don't want the folk to find us
Probably stare at it for the first few days
Then hit the mall for some fresh new J's
Put about 40 in a 401K
Cop a couple pounds, blow the smoke in your face
Re-release THER.I.P.Y., give some to charity
A couple Ms to the fam, blow the rest like Pain
If I had a hundred Ms
Would I change my ways, highly unlikely
Would I change the fame or keep it low-key
Would I do it legit or cop bout four keys
I would put it down for real if I had a hundred Ms
Now if I had a hundred Ms, I still wouldn't f*ck with them
They, y'all, her, him, my life, you wouldn't get a glimpse
My price would be super sky high like a blimp
I'm still walking around with the fire with a limp that I got from a bag full of money
A play that I ran with the glove like Shawn Kemp
Don't let that go over your head like a brim, cause if I had a hundred Ms
I'ma invest in some shit for another hundred Ms
Stackin' this shit to the rim
So my great-grandchildren can look at your great-grands with a look of contempt
I'm droppin' a bag on f*ck niggas
I'm tired of y'all so nobody exempt
I put that on my balls cause that's my word
'Cause my word hold more weight than a gym
I'ma be in your wife throat like phlegm
If I, if I had a hundred Ms
If I had a hundred Ms
What would you do?
Would I change my ways? Highly unlikely
Would I chase the fame or keep it low key
Would I do it legit or cop bout four keys
I would put it down for real if I had a hundred Ms
If I had a hundred Ms
What would you do
Would I change my ways, highly unlikely
Would I chase the fame, or keep it low-key
Would I do it legit, or cop bout four keys
I would put it down for real, if I had a hundred Ms
Nah, you can't get no BBL, need to get a LLC
Always begging for some YSL, when I met you, you was barefooted, dragging your feet
Look, I don't got it, but if I had it, you couldn't get it, I'd rather stack it
You don't know your role like a bad actress, need to play your part or get your bags packing
If I had bout 100,000 racks, never seen that much at the same time
Probably get a money counter, spread it all on the counter in a straight line
Got nosey neighbors, so I make sure I close the blinds
Hold it down, we don't want the folk to find us
Probably stare at it for the first few days
Then hit the mall for some fresh new J's
Put about 40 in a 401K
Cop a couple pounds, blow the smoke in your face
Re-release THER.I.P.Y., give some to charity
A couple Ms to the fam, blow the rest like Pain
If I had a hundred Ms
Would I change my ways, highly unlikely
Would I change the fame or keep it low-key
Would I do it legit or cop bout four keys
I would put it down for real if I had a hundred Ms
Now if I had a hundred Ms, I still wouldn't f*ck with them
They, y'all, her, him, my life, you wouldn't get a glimpse
My price would be super sky high like a blimp
I'm still walking around with the fire with a limp that I got from a bag full of money
A play that I ran with the glove like Shawn Kemp
Don't let that go over your head like a brim, cause if I had a hundred Ms
I'ma invest in some shit for another hundred Ms
Stackin' this shit to the rim
So my great-grandchildren can look at your great-grands with a look of contempt
I'm droppin' a bag on f*ck niggas
I'm tired of y'all so nobody exempt
I put that on my balls cause that's my word
'Cause my word hold more weight than a gym
I'ma be in your wife throat like phlegm
If I, if I had a hundred Ms
If I had a hundred Ms
What would you do?
Would I change my ways? Highly unlikely
Would I chase the fame or keep it low key
Would I do it legit or cop bout four keys
I would put it down for real if I had a hundred Ms
Writer: Emanuel Anderson, Dorian Rogers
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