RamblingMike - 100 Grams Lyrics

Financial Ent, Baby

Ooh, That boy Mike Goes hard

(Damn, That hurt)

Ya' white house down hoe (yup)
I thought it was painted red(figured that)
I'ma enact the twenty fifth
You should see them shooters standing by ya' bed(Right there)
And I'm on it now
Believe it's the season for treason
A magazine at ya' crew
Pussy I don't need no reason(uh uh)
If they never bother nor
Even gave a f*ck(why now)
I know they wouldn't mind ya' nigga
F*cking this money up
It came from somewhere
Guess from sticking these junkies up
(Stand right there)
Nigga still got em' line waiting
Like it's double dutch

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, times ten
That'a be a hundred nigga
Connect running it for the low
You Know you can get it quicker
If you coming with the dutches
Do a even trade for liqour
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, times ten
That'a be a hundred nigga
Connect running it for the low
You Know you can get it quicker
If you coming with the dutches
Do a even trade for liqour

F*ck it
Since you on it din'(ok)
Guess it be the heart attack(got him)
Gotta be the reason
Ground shaking
Don't know how to act(what you doing)
Either way
If it's needed
Pull the belts up off the stack(lot of those)
Must've forgot
This da' nigga that put luger in the rack(ugh ugh)
Adonis creed up in this bitch
Balboa icing on the pack(right there)
Lay him down twenty count
Bro' rollin' up the sack
Even if she cant hear you(uh uh)
Still see where you at
Baddest one up in this bitch(yup)
Disagree you know where I'm at
In the back
Pulling up(muscles)
Ready for the next bout
Buffer like this nigga tripping
Hit the lights
Put him out
On the stripwalk
But my feet doing a light jog
They choose to take easy
But I'ma always go hard
Tie my shoe strings together
Before I enter they yard
Find some shit to go up under
Just to show em' I'm hard(right here)
Sacking him behind the line
So it's minus some yards
Might at well punt it lil' nigga
You ain't doing ya' part(Three and out)
Din' turned forth & twenty
Offensive line can't f*ck with me
All about the money
Deon sanders
In his late twenties(let's go)
Need it all
Throw it in the bag
Make her pick it up
Superbowl winner back to back
Ion' give a f*ck(you see me bitch)
Long jerry Jones in this bitch
And he lining up
All the comma's where they suppose to be
Call hardy up(hello)
Put a APB' on ya' ass
Grab the officer
Last time
I almost couldn't get jimmy off of ya'

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six
Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, times ten
That'a be a hundred nigga
Connect running it for the low
You Know you can get it quicker
If you coming with the dutches
Do a even trade for liqour
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, times ten
That'a be a hundred nigga
Connect running it for the low
You Know you can get it quicker
If you coming with the dutches
Do a even trade for liqour

F*ck it since you want it then
Then guess I'm escalading din' (schrrr)
Family matters when we beefin'
Give it to ya' next of kin'(cuzzo)
Really never had no patience
Gossiping never dabbled in
Leave it to them bitches
And them niggas that they f*cking with
Mouth moving on that pillow top
Need ya' ass beat
Repeating the shit
That real niggas doing on these streets(what)
Talking bout' where the cash at
Where they keep heat
Nigga that's a violation
Even where the faggots meet(hey)
If you wanna rap about it
You can meet him on that block
And me somewhere chilling
Smoking dope where it's hot
(Whoa)
Boss moves like the nigga that was telling Micheal what to do
Trying catch some top from Angela
Group meeting line two(Toby)
Din' turnt mifflin into a trap
Dwight on his shrew
Nigga I'm the dope man
What the f*ck was I supposed to do(um um)
They been singing to much
This that trap 102
Give em the feeling they been missing
Plus a couple baggy suits(ha)
Diddy in this bitch
F*cking with me
Like it cant stop
Long as they getting it to me in the corner
And my badge hot(greener)
F*ck it throw it in the Air
Lebron ooping from the block(got em')
Bro playing with these niggas
Gunning em' since the ball drop
Told me on the low
That L.A. for him was another stop(uh uh)
Prolly' stay up in it long enough
To jr. get the rock(ok)
Talk to the nigga
As long as I'm getting cash
And he making shots
Do the movie in da summer
I'ma sit and watch the stop

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, times ten
That'a be a hundred nigga
Connect running it for the low
You Know you can get it quicker
If you coming with the dutches
Do a even trade for liqour
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, times ten
That'a be a hundred nigga
Connect running it for the low
You Know you can get it quicker
If you coming with the dutches
Do a even trade for liqour