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Whole 100 (Explicit) - Q Money
Lyrics by：Bobby Turner/Qamar A. Williams
Think it's a game
Think it's a game
Think it's a game
Ooh huh
Too much bands n***a can't hold up his pants
Hit the club doin' my dance
I been gettin' way too money trappin' all night
So I give the b***h pipe when I can
I been on way too many desert flights
So the pilot and the flight attendants know who I am
Used to serve grams out a grey dodge van
Even back then I was doin' my dance
Even my teachers said I wouldn't be s**t
Even my priest said I wouldn't be s**t
That's why I spent that much on my wrist
That's why I spent that much on your b***h
I'm the same n***a I ain't never had s**t
I'm the same young n***a that was gettin' wick'
Better not think this s**t no lick
I can make one call get your whole s**t flipped b***h
Yeah
Young n***a walk around with a whole hundred on him godd**n
Ooh s**t godd**n godd**n
Young n***a walk around with a whole hundred bands
S**t s**t
Hit the strip club these b***hes know just who I am
Hah it's Q money
Hit the strip club blow that money like a fan
Ain't s**t funny
Got too much bands yeah
Battle of the bands in my pants it's goin'
N***a you a fan godd**n
I'm poppin' s**t like a xan'
Poppin' s**t perc-10 yeah
Private jet when I land private jet
Palm trees in the sand
Bought a new FN
Hit you and your mans fire fire
What the f**k is you sayin' fire fire
F**k is you sayin' huh
N***as counted me out I was sleepin' on the couch
Why the f**k was you doubtin' yeah
Keep a nine on me no golf yeah
N***a had to find his way out yeah
N***a had to take a different route
F**k around got a deal then moved to the south
Think it's a game
Yeah I was tryna make my mama proud
Remember when her a*s used to kick me out
Now I'm 'bout to f**k around buy a new house
And guess what still gon' f**k on her couch
F**k 'round get my mouth bustdown
My grandma told me to invest in my smile
Brand new rollie with a Arabic dial
Bought a bracelet 'cause the other hand felt left out
Two-tone cuban on my neck right now
Just like my wrist your b***h bustdown yeah
Yeah
Young n***a walk around with a whole hundred on him
Godd**n godd**n godd**n
Young n***a walk around with a whole hundred bands
That's a fact n***a
Hit the strip club these b***hes know just who I am
It's Q money
Hit the strip club blow that money like a fan
Got too much bands yeah
Battle of the bands in my pants
N***a you a fan for real
I'm poppin' s**t like a xan'
Poppin' s**t Perc-10 ten
Private jet when I land land land
Palm trees in the sand
Bought a new FN fire
Hit you and your mans fire
What the f**k is you sayin'
F**k is you sayin'
