How To Make 100 lyrics

[Intro]
(BandGang)

[Verse 1: BandGang Javar & Skilla Baby]
I make money sitting on my ass like an office job
Hate the code, I ain't coming out it's under twenty-five
Young n*gga, up three hundred something, they need twenty-nine (BandGang)
I wasn't paying all these b*tches' bills, I'd be at five
I ain't spent 200 on them houses, probably be at eight
They bringin' fifty P's every month, f*ck it, I can wait
Ain't worried 'bout that lil' cheese you slashing, I already ate (Lame)
More chicken than Animal Planet put up in the safe
I don't trust white people, it ain't in my bank
Quarter M off only scams, got that in my Chase
The feds been tryna build a case, you know, just in case
They think I bought the jag with dirty money, I can say it ain't (Prove it)
My b*tches know they place
I got good di*k and heavy pape, so they always stay (Duh)
Can you blame her? All them Louies, I be spending pape
You don't get paid 'til Friday, be telling b*tches wait (Ham)
I ain't stingy, I spend money on my b*tches (As I should)
I mean, they the ones that made the money, is that tricking? (Uh-uh)
Just caught the ho I sent to Cali, is sh*t hitting? (Yessir)
It's water wet like Scream 4, we made a killing
Wanna know how to make a hundred? Read my indictment (Look it up)
Me and Jizzle was going ten a day, just off swiping
Lately I've been f*cking with them R's like a pirate
Caught her off the treasure map, it was hard to find it
Free Stone, di*k and Mase, they the MVP's
All the opps cliquing up, they the loser league
Scamming ain't been working out for dog, need to use Indeed
That's why the hoes [?] less they drops, they been switching teams
I be f*cking with the trees heavy like a hippy
This ain't the same gas go in your hoopty when it's empty
Like what I put in the jag, it's premium, the Ace 50
I ain't getting out of bed unless you spending 10 with me (Huh?)
[Verse 2: Skilla Baby]
Wanna make a hundred? Here, come take my phone
If I don't make at least a thousand, I ain't go home (Naw)
Twenty thousand in this week, I ain't change my clothes
I cash out groves (Huh), I play with loaves
Before this rap sh*t, I used to wrap bricks
I ain't slide, got my mask on just to pack 'fit (Huh)
Can't believe I'm the 'bow man, I used to slap nicks (Huh)
I put the pistol on a n*gga mouth like chapstick (Ayy)
I get my 'bows from an Asian on occasion
Call my lawyer, I just bust a white Patek like I'm racist (Ah)
I can't tell you how I get it 'cause it's kinda sacred
I can show you how to get rich with one conversation
I send an ox on the hits, assalamu alaykum
Put one of my b*tches on my opps, she a dominatrix
I don't never say sh*t, I just slide, that's just how I play it
Kinda famous, they be in my business, I kinda hate it
Heard my opps on they block, where's my cellphone?
Get a n*gga dropped while I'm shopping on Melrose
I'm a million plus up, still sell 'bows (Huh)
I ain't gon' lie, I love the band life, somebody tell Rose
All white bust Patek, 584 MATIC
5 percent tint, I ain't the one that's gon' get caught in traffic (Naw)
See a n*gga, bust a n*gga, man, that's automatic
The last troll got pff, for doing all that laughing (Huh)