Jim Jones, Maino, Gunplay, DJ Naim, Rush Producer - Crispy Hunneds lyrics
[Jim Jones, Maino, Gunplay, DJ Naim, Rush Producer - Crispy Hunneds lyrics]
A million crispy hunneds a
Million hunned dollar bills
I know what I got to do
A million crispy hunneds throwin'
Up them dollar bills
Strippers damn near runnin' fighting
Over dollar bills
Niggas know I'm on it them bitches
Know that I'm for real all
I ever wanted was to finally
Get to touch a mil
Now I know what I got to do
In the coupe that's powder blue
With a bitch that play with credit
But she play with powder too
Bout that money and that murder for
That money you get murdered and
My name been holding weight so
Forget everything you heard of
I'm excited bout them riches in the
Club with a thousand bitches diamonds
Light up like they sparkle see
Me smiling while they glisten
I'm a G before a rapper run
With G's don't fuck with
Rappers lookin' drug dealing dapper hold
That papers but I'm mapping
Hunned mil whole big faces might
Buy a hunned Rollies
All big faces ducking them
Dick Tracy's cagayan Laceys
AP Roll, AP stones
Corevy like '80 this that yap
Money bet that all no
Chop money trip around the world at same time
I'm dicking down your girl i'm
On the PJ with
My PJ's I ain't sleep yet with these back
To back? like 3 Jets might
Buy the foam and just
Grow the green like a Chia Pet filled with
All green just like the hulk
Will make me upset
You gon fuck around? It get someone killed
When you talkin' big numbers
Like a hunned mil
You said a hunned million dollars let me
Tell 'em how it feel to be
Rich you said there's 14 bricks right
There? I paid in full how
It feel to be Mitch i want the finer
Things in life I'm talkin' Louie, Fendy
Prada then I sit back and I
Think damn it all started
From a dollar now I can't wait
To see what a hunned
Million dollar really feel like i
Know I'll be sitting pretty
A nigga lookin' real
Right i bet it feel good to count
Through all that money come through
Them stacks but it's hard to say
I know that money won't bring
My Mama back these niggas won't hold
Me back rozay already told ya'll
That take the money fold all that
Back then hit the scene
And double all those racks a stack in
My pocket a stack in my stash
Make 'em talk slow when it come to
This cash make it too slow
When it's going to fast pray
That I make it last
Million hunned dollar bills
I know what I got to do
A million crispy hunneds throwin'
Up them dollar bills
Strippers damn near runnin' fighting
Over dollar bills
Niggas know I'm on it them bitches
Know that I'm for real all
I ever wanted was to finally
Get to touch a mil
Now I know what I got to do
In the coupe that's powder blue
With a bitch that play with credit
But she play with powder too
Bout that money and that murder for
That money you get murdered and
My name been holding weight so
Forget everything you heard of
I'm excited bout them riches in the
Club with a thousand bitches diamonds
Light up like they sparkle see
Me smiling while they glisten
I'm a G before a rapper run
With G's don't fuck with
Rappers lookin' drug dealing dapper hold
That papers but I'm mapping
Hunned mil whole big faces might
Buy a hunned Rollies
All big faces ducking them
Dick Tracy's cagayan Laceys
AP Roll, AP stones
Corevy like '80 this that yap
Money bet that all no
Chop money trip around the world at same time
I'm dicking down your girl i'm
On the PJ with
My PJ's I ain't sleep yet with these back
To back? like 3 Jets might
Buy the foam and just
Grow the green like a Chia Pet filled with
All green just like the hulk
Will make me upset
You gon fuck around? It get someone killed
When you talkin' big numbers
Like a hunned mil
You said a hunned million dollars let me
Tell 'em how it feel to be
Rich you said there's 14 bricks right
There? I paid in full how
It feel to be Mitch i want the finer
Things in life I'm talkin' Louie, Fendy
Prada then I sit back and I
Think damn it all started
From a dollar now I can't wait
To see what a hunned
Million dollar really feel like i
Know I'll be sitting pretty
A nigga lookin' real
Right i bet it feel good to count
Through all that money come through
Them stacks but it's hard to say
I know that money won't bring
My Mama back these niggas won't hold
Me back rozay already told ya'll
That take the money fold all that
Back then hit the scene
And double all those racks a stack in
My pocket a stack in my stash
Make 'em talk slow when it come to
This cash make it too slow
When it's going to fast pray
That I make it last