100 bands – Mustard feat. Quavo lyrics

Lyrics 100 bands – Mustard

100 bands lyrics
Hunnid bands (Oh, woo), hunnid bands (Oh, woo)
Hunnid bands (Oh), hunnid bands (Oh, hunnid bands)
Ten bands (Oh, ten bands) in the right hand (Oh, right)
Ten bands (Oh, hey) in my left hand (Oh, let’s go, yeah)

Make her best friend (Woo) be her hype man (Hype man)
You keep going big (Woo) she wanna fight, damn (Going big)
Bad bitches in my city catching flights, damn (Bad)
Popping big bands when they hit the lights, damn (Cash)
I pull down on your city
In your city, they f**k with me (City)
And these bitches f*****g with me
‘Cause I represent my city (F**k with me)
In the kitchen, you can witness
All this cash that we gettin’ (Whoop)
If you started, we gon’ finish
Whole gang with the bidness (Here we go, bidness, bow)

100 bands (Oh, woo), hunnid bands
Hunnid bands (Oh), hunnid bands (Oh, hunnid bands)
Ten bands (Oh, ten bands) in the right hand (Oh, right)
Ten bands (Oh, hey) in my left hand (Oh, here we go)

What’s a hunnid racks? I throw it real quick (Straight up)
Thought it was a limp, this way this stripper do a split (Split)
One nine four two, get the bad bitches lit (On god)
New Chanel purse, every time she throw a fit (Straight up)
Drop it to the floor, make your knees touch your toes (21!)
I’m on group facetime, me and all my h**s (On god)
You can send me nudes, on my mom I won’t expose (Straight up)
Halfback sweep, I’ma pass her to my bros (Sweet)
Fake kick, I’ma let my brother catch the two point
Bitches like singles, Savage always got a new joint
Thought he was a gangster, but he snitching yeah, oink, oink
Work too hard b***h, you can’t get a coin, coin (21!)

Hunnid bands (Woo, 21!), hunnid bands (Woo, 21!)
Hunnid bands, hunnid bands (Straight up, hunnid bands)
Ten bands (Straight up, ten bands) in the right hand (Right, 4Hunnid!)
Ten bands (Hey) in my left hand (On god)

Santa Claus bag, hoe sit up on you (Hoe sit)
Suge Knight bag, had the shooters get up on you (Flip)
You see the red Lamborghini as I hit the corner (As I hit the corner)
YG got his s**t together, he a business owner (Oh, oh)
Popping tags, shopping bags, n***a I gotta brag (Gotta brag)
The YSL don’t fit, I ain’t take it back (F**k that s**t)
Ella Mai trippin’, we do a lot of that (A lot of that)
But it ain’t ever ’bout a b***h, we trip to cobble Jack (Skrrt, ayy)
Big bands on me drumline versuri-lyrics.info
I just let the money talk, don’t need no punchline
I like the sunshine so I said, “F**k the rules” (What is that?)
If you ’bout a bag, holla suu whoop (Let’s go!)

[Chorus: Quavo & Meek Mill]
Hunnid bands (Oh, woo), hunnid bands
100 bands (Oh), hunnid bands (Oh, hunnid bands)
Ten bands (Oh, ten bands) in the right hand (Oh, right)
Ten bands (Oh, hey) in my left hand (Oh, Yeah, yeah)

More money (More money), more bitches (More bitches)
More milli’s (More milli’s), more riches (Yeah)
Uno, does, tres, quatro, I got four bitches
And they squatting on that d**k like they doin’ fitness
Said he looking for me, came through in the drop top
Spent a corner in the dorm, while the opps watch (Let’s get it)
I’m too rich to go through somethin’ about a thot, thot
Feds grabbed you, you back home, oh you a cop, cop
This s**t serious (This s**t serious)
Bad b***h gon’ give me brain, she on her period (She on her period)
In the trenches of Dubai, they don’t know where he is (Where ya at?)
Is that a bird? No, that’s a jet, yeah, there he is (Gang)

100 bands (Oh, Gat), hunnid bands (Oh, Gat)
Hunnid bands (Oh, Gat), hunnid bands (Oh, hunnid bands)
Ten bands (Oh, let’s get it) in the right hand (Oh, right, woah)
Ten bands (Woah, woah) in my left hand

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