Derez De’Shon, Slim Dunkin, YC (Yung Chris), Jody Breeze - Bout Dem 100's (Twin Towers 2) lyrics

Racks, racks, racks, racks, racks

I wipe my ass with fifties and
Blow my nose with hundreds (racks)
And I don't fuck with twenties
I keep this shit a hundred (racks)
I wipe my ass with fifties and
Blow my nose with hundreds (racks)
And I don't fuck with twenties
I keep this shit a hundred (racks)
Bitch, I'm 'bout them hundreds (hundreds)
Bitch, I'm 'bout them hundreds (hundreds)
Bitch, I'm 'bout them hundreds (hundreds)
Bitch, I'm 'bout them hundreds (hundreds)
Bitch, I'm 'bout them hundreds
Bitch, I'm 'bout them hundreds
Bitch, I'm 'bout them hundreds
I said bitch, I'm 'bout them hundreds

I keep this shit a hundred
I'm freezing, this cost me
Foggy ass diamonds, boy
Your chain need defrosting
Dunk on the block, make them plays
Randy Moss-ing
Think I found my mojo, call me Powers Austin
Austin Powers kush, hasta luego
Pockets stuffed burritos, still Block Illegal
Stop flexing with them ones
Use them tens to wipe my baby butt
Counting all these hundreds, man
I think I got a papercut
True Religion fiend, talking robbing
Ain't concerning me
More horseshoes than the Q-Dog fraternity
Y'all two step, I just let my pockets dance
Dunkovia, Wells Fargo in my pants

I wipe my ass with fifties and
Blow my nose with hundreds (racks)
And I don't fuck with twenties
I keep this shit a hundred (racks)
I wipe my ass with fifties and
Blow my nose with hundreds (racks)
And I don't fuck with twenties
I keep this shit a hundred (racks)
Bitch, I'm 'bout them hundreds (hundreds)
Bitch, I'm 'bout them hundreds (hundreds)
Bitch, I'm 'bout them hundreds (hundreds)
Bitch, I'm 'bout them hundreds (hundreds)
Bitch, I'm 'bout them hundreds
Bitch, I'm 'bout them hundreds
Bitch, I'm 'bout them hundreds
I said bitch, I'm 'bout them hundreds

YC, YC
Fuck a fifty, need nothing but some hundreds
Ain't talking about weed, just money
Hundreds got a nigga this fly
Now I'm talk cash
Hell yeah, bitch, I love to talk about money
Playing with the cash, never glance at a tag
Feeling like Fab, just throw it in the bag
They throwing up the cash
They running through racks
They running through bands
They blowing on gas
Double cup, love sipping on lean
Keep bands in the pockets of my jeans
Got work, but it's all for the fiends
Ain't talking about beans
Brand new Chevy, yeah, just bought that
Wet paint, set it on some offsets
Can't nag a bad bitch that
I ain't caught yet
Wanna talk these racks? yeah
I'm 'bout that
No twenties, just fifties and hundreds
Big play shit, yeah, we been getting money
My nigga, don't flex
They keep it one hundred
What you talking 'bout
Willis? My sack like the Drummonds
YC, Jody Breeze, Slim Dunkin
If you ain't talking money
You ain't talking nothing
Racks on racks got a young nigga buzzing
YC, YC

I wipe my ass with fifties and
Blow my nose with hundreds (racks)
And I don't fuck with twenties
I keep this shit a hundred (racks)
I wipe my ass with fifties and
Blow my nose with hundreds (racks)
And I don't fuck with twenties
I keep this shit a hundred (racks)
Bitch, I'm 'bout them hundreds (hundreds)
Bitch, I'm 'bout them hundreds (hundreds)
Bitch, I'm 'bout them hundreds (hundreds)
Bitch, I'm 'bout them hundreds (hundreds)
Bitch, I'm 'bout them hundreds
Bitch, I'm 'bout them hundreds
Bitch, I'm 'bout them hundreds
I said bitch, I'm 'bout them hundreds

'Bout them hundreds, Breeze act a fool
Think I'm playing? Hit the mall
Couple grand on some shoes
Damn, a hundred grand on some jewels
And I don't even wear them
I gave them to my goons
Chris got racks on racks on racks
Yeah, I got straps on straps on straps
So pimp, don't trip, don't trip
Don't trip
'Cause you can get clapped, get clapped
Get capped got a 45 and I call that Chrome
Beam all over your dome
Yes, I'm gone off that lean
I'm smoking on this Irene
Can't fuck with the flow, you know that
Been getting money, nigga, blow that
Say you a player
Where your hoe at? Claim her 'cause I
Ain't finna cut a bitch no slack
I blow my nose with twenties
I wipe my ass with fifties
'Cause I'm stacking hundreds and
I'm on my hustle, nipsey

I wipe my ass with fifties and
Blow my nose with hundreds (racks)
And I don't fuck with twenties
I keep this shit a hundred (racks)
I wipe my ass with fifties and
Blow my nose with hundreds (racks)
And I don't fuck with twenties
I keep this shit a hundred (racks)
Bitch, I'm 'bout them hundreds (hundreds)
Bitch, I'm 'bout them hundreds (hundreds)
Bitch, I'm 'bout them hundreds (hundreds)
Bitch, I'm 'bout them hundreds (hundreds)
Bitch, I'm 'bout them hundreds
Bitch, I'm 'bout them hundreds
Bitch, I'm 'bout them hundreds
I said bitch, I'm 'bout them hundreds

I wipe my ass with fifties
Blow my nose with hundreds
And I don't fuck with twenties
I keep this shit a hundred
I wipe my ass with fifties and
Blow my nose with hundreds
And I don't fuck with twenties
I keep this shit a hundred
Bitch, I'm 'bout them hundreds