CBC_Lor_B - 100's 50's 20's Lyrics

100s, 50s, 20s, under my belt and I keep that shit runnin,
Pockets filled still keep that shit comin,
Hands in my dip don't think that mean nothin,
Shots pop off have everybody duckin,

I'm all in the mix all In the sauce,
I don't take orders cuz I'm my own boss,
Leave you in the dust like I'm Randy Mars,
Shoot for the stars till I just get lost,
Can't last there without no air,
Your point of view that just don't seem fair,
Ain't nothin' new I get that a lot,
You just want what a playa got,
L
Not gonna happen you ain't got a shot,
End of the story gonna end with a dot,
You just mad cause you only a thot,
Gon stay all mad cause you ain't doin' shit,
Won't get up to change your old shit,
I'm at the top you at the bottom,
So you comin' at me with all these dumb problems,
Askin' for green like that will just solve em I got,

100s, 50s, 20s, under my belt and I keep that shit runnin,
Pockets filled still keep that shit comin,
Hands in my dip don't think that mean nothin,
Shots pop off have everybody duckin,

When you hear that sound better get down,
Mock my words you wanna hit that ground,
It'll get worse just listen to me
Tryna go home or to a cemetery
I don't play I'ma keep it real,
Kick in your door like the Navy Seals,
Goin' for a broke not playin' no games,
Like GTA I'm in all four lanes,
Droppin' them bombs and robbin' planes,
Don't you ever think we the same,
This my sport I won't take no "L",
Shorty wanna win I say oh well,
I do this shit Just look me up,
Get in my face I'll f*ck you up,
Not my fault you hatin' on B,
I do what I do you do what you see,
Yeah you wanna be just like me
I got,

100s, 50s, 20s, under my belt and I keep that shit runnin,
Pockets filled still keep that shit comin,
Hands in my dip, don't think that mean nothin,
Shots pop off have everybody duckin,
(Yeah, On God)
Know me and my gang only thumbin' through hunnids,
When these bad bitches see us, know they sayin' they want us,
But I know that you bluffin', if I ain't have what I have right now
Baby would you still even want me?,
I was just thinkin' bout what I'd say on this track,
Me and bro just cashed out and we made it right back,
And this bitch just got so attached, too easily,
But I told her ass that I don't need you and I proceeded to keep thumbin' through all these hunnids

You keep talkin' shit but you ain't doin' nothin,
I switch my flow up and you know that they love it
Get off of my dick I swear all of y'all buggin,
Watch how I really turn nothin' to somethin,
Take tips from the smart people not them dummies I got,

100s, 50s, 20s, Under my belt and I keep that shit runnin,
Pockets filled still keep that shit comin,
Hands in my dip, don't think that mean nothin,
Shots pop off have everybody duckin,

Bitch ass boy wanna play with me,
I got a Glock 17 with a blue ass beam,
(For real)
One, two, three, n' four,
Counting these racks from the top to the floor,
Don't need to be rich to know that you broke,
Ain't it a bitch that money don't grow,
If you want that shit gotta get that shit,
Ain't no one gonna hand you shit,
Blood Sweat and Tears the American dream,
Ain't nothin' just what it seems,
Brodie said red light that mean green,
Just like Draymond green,
100s, 50s, 20s, under my belt and I keep that shit runnin,
Pockets filled still keep that shit comin,
Hands in my dip don't think that mean nothin,
Shots pop off have everybody duckin,

(I done told y'all, get the f*ck down)