100, 20, 10 Fives

(album: B4 Xmas - 2018)

Good one Richard
Yeah, Ricky, let it rip
That's like 50 thousand on my neck right there
Ricky P engineered too
That's the combo
Everybody don't get the combo, haha
Some niggas just get the sandwich
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
24hrs
Yeah, yeah, ooh

Hunnids, 20s, tens, fives
Me and all my guys
Yeah, hunnids, tens, 20s, 50s, woah
Yeah, your SIs looking pitiful, woah

Learn the game, don't let the game learn you
The money counter, it can count it fast
Bigger crib with a better view
High ceilings, I'm just watching True (Hoo)
Take my time, but just know I'm coming, yeah
Overtime, the money kept me running
Maneuver through the weather, ducking, dodging all the static
Ten years, know that I've been at it, me and Ricky automatic, yeah
Got the crib with the pool in it
Pittsburgh, nigga, cooling shit
Ricky hit my phone, told him gon' and drop the addy
I'ma pull up with my baddie, yeah

Hunnids, 20s, tens, fives
Me and all my guys
Yeah, hunnids, tens, 20s, 50s, woah
Yeah, your SIs looking pitiful

Uh, we want it all, we want the home run
Man, I seen it, then I got it, had to own one
Now I'm shining, guess it's perfect timing
We left from Burbank, but we landing on an island
You wanna show off, I can tell when you be styling
We sip the Henny, I can tell when you start wilding
Recorder on, hit her with my pointers on
Recorder on, hit her with my pointers on

Hunnids, 20s, tens, fives
Me and all my guys
Yeah, hunnids, tens, 20s, 50s, woah
Yeah, your SIs looking pitiful