Girl Scout Cookies lyrics

[Intro: Connie Diiamond]
(Tylian made the beat)
Yeah
Hundred bands, b*tch (b*tch)
Choppa make 'em do the running man, yeah (Running Man, yeah)
(Connie) Yeah (Ain't sh*t, like)
(You serious, right? Connie got 'em f*cked up)
Do the running man, yeah

[Chorus: Connie Diiamond]
Hundred bands, n*gga, yeah, a hundred bands, yeah
Choppa shootin' at your feet, you do the Running Man, yeah (Doot, doot, doot, doot)
I ain't never b*tchin' 'bout no other man, yeah (Nah)
I'm just tryna run up 'bout a hundred bands, yeah
Hundred bands, yeah, yeah, a hundred bands, yeah (Hundred bands, b*tch)
Choppa shootin' at your feet, you do the Running Man, yeah
Hundred bands, yeah, yeah, a hundred bands, yeah
Choppa shootin' at your feet, you do the Running Man, yeah

[Verse 1: Connie Diiamond]
Trap money, yeah, I'm in the field, n*gga, ooh
And I got b*tches runnin' drills, n*gga, yeah (My b*tches runnin' drills)
You ain't 'bout that action, gotta chill, n*gga, yeah
f*ck around, somebody's gettin' killed, n*gga, yeah
Heard you talkin' sh*t, my n*gga, tell me how you feel
Bounty on your head, what you leavin' in your will?
Fill 'em up with lead every time them n*ggas squeal
Run it up a check, my n*gga, time to pay the bill, yeah
[Chorus: Connie Diiamond, Billy B, Both]
Hundred bands, yeah, yeah, a hundred bands (b*tch)
Choppa shootin' at your feet, you do the Running Man, yeah (Choppa shootin' at your dome)
Hundred bands, bands, yeah, a hundred bands, yeah (Look)
Choppa shootin' at your feet, you do the Running Man, yeah (It's B, look)

[Verse 2: Billy B]
I got a hundred ways to get it, b*tch, the money plan (b*tch, the money plan)
Got a trick n*gga that's wit' it, call him Money Man (Ca-ching)
We done cracked so many cards, we ran a hundred scams (We ran a hundred scams)
And now we out here takin' pictures with a hundred fans (Ayy), yeah (Yeah)
Trap b*tch, yeah, I'm like the trap lord (Trap lord)
I be snatchin' b*tches' n*ggas when I'm feelin' bored (When I'm feelin' bored)
He be all up on my line, think I got feelings for him (Think I got feelings for him)
He tap me up, I send him back and then he get ignored, yeah
Trap sh*t, yeah, I'm in the field with it (I'm in the field, b*tch)
Got a hundred in the stash, ain't got no deal pending (Ain't got no deal, b*tch)
They was tryna count us out, but look, we still winning (But we winning, ho)
We representin' for the bosses and the real b*tches, yeah (Tylian made the beat)

[Chorus: Connie Diiamond]
Hundred bands, bands, yeah, a hundred bands, yeah
Choppa shootin' at your feet, you do the Running Man, yeah
Hundred bands, bands, yeah, a hundred bands, yeah
Choppa shootin' at your feet, you do the Running Man, yeah
Hundred bands, yeah, yeah, a hundred bands (b*tch)
Choppa shootin' at your feet, you do the Running Man, yeah (Choppa shootin' at your dome)
Hundred bands, bands, yeah, a hundred bands, yeah
Choppa shootin' at your feet, you do the Running Man, yeah