100 Racks - Kaio Kane, Lil Baby, lougotcash

Can’t come around, we don’t trust you

Ran through the streets with the muzzle

None of my niggas don’t tussle

If you want smoke gon' bust you

Hundred racks stashed in the duffel

Hundred racks stashed in the duffel

Hundred racks stashed in the duffel

Hundred racks stashed in the duffel

Can’t come around, we don’t trust you

Run through the streets with the muzzle

None of my niggas gon' tussle

If you want smoke gon' bust you

Hundred racks stashed in the duffel

Hundred racks stashed in the duffel

Hundred racks stashed in the duffel

Hundred racks stashed in the duffel

Got my pistol on me, ain’t got time to scuffle

Three hundred racks in all hundreds, sittin' inside a duffel

Come from the block, we didn’t have much so all we know is hustle

Red bottoms, they don’t got a scuff on 'em

Catch the opps down bad and bust on 'em

Same bitches didn’t wanna fuck with 'em

Now them bitches all wanna fuck with 'em

We catch a private jet to LA, we land in two hours

I make a hundred racks every week, I need some new problems

Me and my bitches just be goin' crazy, we got a shoe problem

Money on my line keep on callin'

Friends are dead, I step inside a coffin

Run off on the plug and then we off him

Every night a different city ballin'

They just wanna see me do bad, but I got a lot of new cash

Everywhere I go a blue rag, and I got a lot of blue cash

Can’t come around, we don’t trust you

Ran through the streets with the muzzle

None of my niggas don’t tussle

If you want smoke gon' bust you

Hundred racks stashed in the duffel

Hundred racks stashed in the duffel

Hundred racks stashed in the duffel

Hundred racks stashed in the duffel

Can’t come around, we don’t trust you

Run through the streets with the muzzle

None of my niggas gon' tussle

If you want smoke gon' bust you

Hundred racks stashed in the duffel

Hundred racks stashed in the duffel

Hundred racks stashed in the duffel

Hundred racks stashed in the duffel

Fuck all my haters, I don’t owe you nothin'

Fuck up a check and then made me another one

I hit the streets, cause some pandemonium

Broke the remote, ain’t nobody controllin' him

Slicker than oil when it come to these bitches

No wonder they can’t keep a hold on me

Nigga be lookin' like he ain’t tough

Got my change up, all this gold on me

Lord knows I done came up

A hundred racks in my sock drawer

But it’s not enough 'cause I want more

No it’s not enough 'cause I want more

So much money on me, you would think that I grow it on trees in my backyard

I had to get it out the concrete, I feel the need to go that hard

They call me drip lord, leave sauce on the six when I hop out the NASCAR

Bitch got a pitchfork, she bad as hell, tell your ho keep a mask on

I’m gettin' green like a golf course, hit a hole in one with my chains on

I’m gettin' green like a golf course, hit a hole in one with my chains on

Can’t come around, we don’t trust you

Ran through the streets with the muzzle

None of my niggas don’t tussle

If you want smoke gon' bust you

Hundred racks stashed in the duffel

Hundred racks stashed in the duffel

Hundred racks stashed in the duffel

Hundred racks stashed in the duffel

Can’t come around, we don’t trust you

Run through the streets with the muzzle

None of my niggas gon' tussle

If you want smoke gon' bust you

Hundred racks stashed in the duffel

Hundred racks stashed in the duffel

Hundred racks stashed in the duffel

Hundred racks stashed in the duffel