Babyface Ray - 100s Lyrics

Yeah
Yeah
(Yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (I just need my space right now)
Yeah

I'm talkin' hundreds on hundreds (hundreds on hundreds on hundreds)
I'm talkin' money, the clothes, the cars
I'm finna fuck up the summer
I'm talking Perkys, the X and the bars, that codeine done made me a junkie
Turn up the city, I'm beatin' the odds, even the opps gotta love it (turnt up)
(Go)
I'm talkin' hundreds on hundreds (hundreds on hundreds on hundreds)
I'm talkin' money, the clothes, the cars (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm finna fuck up the summer
I'm talking Perkys, the X and the bars
That codeine done made me a junkie (yeah)
Turn up the city, I'm beatin' the odds, even the opps gotta love it (yeah, yeah)

Huh, yeah
The crib right across from the club
Tell lil' mama call when she off (come on)
Playing hardball with the soft (for real)
Paint a nigga quick, Bob Ross
Fifty K on me, call off (Uh)
I be curvin' bitches, y'all stuck (nigga)
Shit, I barely parted hoppin' out
Tay Money with me, YNT (My nigga)
Forty five show, I'm buyin' lean (four, five)
Forty five, squeeze it in my jeans (four, five)
I got in, ain't no searchin' me (yeah)
I don't know, they call her Perky P (yeah)
Forever cling with a dirty drink (yeah)
I just put my mama in a mink

My nigga rap like we broke again

I'm talkin' hundreds on hundreds (hundreds on hundreds on hundreds)
I'm talkin' money, the clothes, the cars
I'm finna fuck up the summer (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm talking Perkys, the X and the bars, that codeine done made me a junkie
Turn up the city, I'm beatin' the odds, even the opps gotta love it (turnt up)
(Go)
I'm talkin' hundreds on hundreds (hundreds on hundreds on hundreds)
I'm talkin' money, the clothes, the cars (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm finna fuck up the summer
I'm talking Perkys, the X and the bars, that codeine done made me a junkie (yeah)
Turn up the city, I'm beatin' the odds, even the opps gotta love it (nigga)

Better pay attention, don't you blink
Money flyin', bitches on they knees (come on)
Keep us boss, I can't even link (nigga)
Trap boomin', rollin' like it's E
Keep your hands off or keep it P (boy)
Church in service, watch a nigga preach (boy)
Up my stock and charge these boys a fee (huh)
Tell my brother stay from out these streets (for real, though)
Baby mama's happy 'cause I'm up (why?)
Don't know why 'cause you ain't getting none (nah)
Now my daughter's purse is going dumb
I'ma live through them and catch a stunt (haha)
Queen shit, I turned it into punch (dark)
Twelve hundred grams'll leave you hunched (nigga)
I just did two-hundred in the a month (two)
Baroline told me it ain't nothing, for real

I'm talkin' hundreds on hundreds (hundreds on hundreds on hundreds)
I'm talkin' money, the clothes, the cars
I'm finna fuck up the summer (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm talking Perkys, the X and the bars, that codeine done made me a junkie
Turn up the city, I'm beatin' the odds, even the opps gotta love it (turnt up)
(Go)
I'm talkin' hundreds on hundreds (hundreds on hundreds on hundreds)
I'm talkin' money, the clothes, the cars
I'm finna fuck up the summer (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm talking Perkys, the X and the bars, that codeine done made me a junkie (yeah)
Turn up the city, I'm beatin' the odds, even the opps gotta love it (nigga)

I just need my space right now