Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
Hundred bands, times a hundred bands
Can you get it, ain't no running man
Keep a hundred rounds, we gon' get him
I ain't never gave a fuck about no bitch
Cause I'm bigger and I'm better
Keep a Smith & Wessun we can do whatever, aye
You say you a boss, I know you a lame
And that nigga ugly what the fuck you saying
You ain't getting money girl you need a plan
You a broke bitch, always holding out your hand
I'm a real bitch
I just be getting bad
Spend and get it back then I spend it with my mans
That money in my hand put it right on your head
Ain't no loss, I'm a boss I can do that shit again, aye
Fuck a role we speak facts
If a lame bitch talking I won't even speak that
Keep that .45 all black, we strapped we back
Pop up on them make a bitch see that, aye

[Hook]
Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass
Aye

[Verse 2]
I'm a real bitch I can't fake shit
You a fucking pussy you don't shake shit
You just figured it out bruh you late bitch
You a broke bitch you ain't got no vest to play with
Somewhere out in Cali do the dash in a spaceship
You somewhere in the crib looking mad cause you ain't shit

[Pre-Hook]
You ain't tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain't us

[Hook]
Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass
Ey
Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass
Ey

[Verse 3]
Bitch bands, bands, don't fuck up this dashboard
Bitches want problems we gon' give 'em what they ask for
That's what this cash for, I need that like a landlord
You bitches half step, somebody please drop a bag on 'em
Bitch why you lying you ain't never got no cash ho
Ho you nigga why you trying to act tough ain't no straps on you
Bitches turned their back, yeah its cool I just stacked on 'em
I was getting money way before I seen rap money
Them hoes hate together when that check end
But bitch you more broke than your best friend
That chop right beside me like my best man
Fuck a wedding when it ring watch your head split

[Pre-Hook]
You ain't tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain't us
You ain't tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain't us

[Hook]
Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass
Ey
Fuck all them niggas we gon' fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass
Ey

Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass
Still living with your mama you ain't hopped off your ass