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Amg Records - Everything 100 Lyrics

[Intro]
What
Balmainn on em
Bitch I'm ballin' on em

[Chorus]
Take out a bag when I land cause we moving outta state
Don't understand why they mad, I put food up on they plate
Apply that pressure on they neck, yeah I had to raise the stakes
You need to go run you a band your pockets lookin' outta shape
100 bands, 100 grams, 100 chips and 100 Benz
100 bands, 100 grams, 100 chips and 100 Benz
100 bands, 100 grams, 100 chips and 100 Benz
100 bands, 100 grams, 100 chips and 100 Benz

[Verse]
Run you a check up
Bags to my neck, got my cash can't act up
Yes I be strapped up
That bitch wanna fuck and you know I stay wrapped up
Bitch I'm a rapper
Got my brothers with me so you know I keep my back up
They gone shoot like they Kanter
Heard you ducking that smoke, nigga you don't want pressure
Bitch you get smoked, blunt yeah I toke
Hundreds and more, K it gone roar
Exotic my dope, I need me that dough
I'm born double 4, was born on the coast
I pray I won't fold, I'm keeping my soul
The kid on the road, my heart yeah it cold
Made bags on the road, you want it, its sold
I creep in a ghost, its time for a toast
(Yeah) Fanta my juice don't spill when I'm leaning
Pockets they screaming, money what I be feigning
Fake I'm peeping, only round when I'm cheesing
Life ain't easy, but one hundred is how you keep it
[Chorus]
Take out a bag when I land cause we moving outta state
Don't understand why they mad, I put food up on they plate
Apply that pressure on they neck, yeah I had to raise the stakes
You need to go run you a band your pockets lookin' outta shape
100 bands, 100 grams, 100 chips and 100 Benz
100 bands, 100 grams, 100 chips and 100 Benz
100 bands, 100 grams, 100 chips and 100 Benz
100 bands, 100 grams, 100 chips and 100 Benz