Hook] Hundred dollar billin’, quater million on my car Hold up, wait up, I’ll be back tomorrow Hold up, wait up, I’ll be back tomorrow Audi, Bentley, brand new Aston mar’ Everything I smoke’s potent you can smell it from a far Hold up, wait up, I’ll be back tomorrow Hold up, wait up, I’ll be back tomorrow Purple, Hindu, chronic by the jar [Verse 1] Ahh, so you like gin and jello Baby girl shake like she shake it for dinero Bitches rush the sides for my silho(uette) Wet neck got my temperature below zero Fifty grand earlobe, and a pound for a pillow You met a lot of models, I know how they feel though Asian and Brazil hoe, touching me where the steel go Hits of that real dro like a Holyfield blow Got doe? Dido, it’s coming by the kilo Unlucky nigga widowed when I’m lowering my window Got the biggest cross you done seen thus far A star, rolling usually out the jar, plush car Subpar ass niggas getting aggy out the mouth When the wolves on you’re gonna have To drag him out the house, drag him in a cell Snitch made for ratting I can tell Wiring their chest, squeezing all the traffic to the cell [Hook] Hundred dollar billin’, quater million on my car Hold up, wait up, I’ll be back tomorrow Hold up, wait up, I’ll be back tomorrow Audi, Bentley, brand new Aston mar’ Got that gucci and that Louie on that you ain’t never saw Hold up, wait up, I’ll be back tomorrow Hold up, wait up, I’ll be back tomorrow What time is it? Three? I’ll be back at four [Verse 2] Well, we ain’t the ones to flex on, we always got the sket on Step on, or get three to your head, like Stephon Whoever thought I’d see this after seing what i’ve seen Went from dancing with the devil to a G in magazines Bring the beamer back to Queens You should see him how he leans Rolling, the neighborhood put G into my genes I got a swagger you don’t see in Human beings Fiend, put me in the museum with the green Mean, spell my name with a Bentley "B" Bitches think of dollar signs when you mention me P.L.K, spitter of the century We run the city, and they ain't make an extra key Shorty holla if you see me in the street Let me hit, you'll fuck around and see me in your sleep You see me out, you see me in a fleet Benzes and BMW’s with chrome feet [Hook] Hundred dollar billin’, quater million on my car Hold up, wait up, I’ll be back tomorrow Hold up, wait up, I’ll be back tomorrow Audi, Bentley, brand new Aston mar’ Got that gucci and that Louie on that you ain’t never saw Hold up, wait up, I’ll be back tomorrow Hold up, wait up, I’ll be back tomorrow What time is it? Three? I’ll be back at four
Can't compare anyone to his flow. Respect
What, the "The Punchline King is back", he hasnt been gone, he has always been spittin this fire, SICKKKK SONG, PLK, GGG-UNIT !
"we ain't the one to flex on, we always got the sket on"
Put 3 in your head like Stepho(e)n... is that a Curry reference or was Marbury?
@@lindokuhleshange7216marbury
@Sickman950 original song is called "more bottles" by wyclef!!
lloyd banks spittin that fire!
damnn blue head about to fall off my shoulders
Hook]
Hundred dollar billin’, quater million on my car
Hold up, wait up, I’ll be back tomorrow
Hold up, wait up, I’ll be back tomorrow
Audi, Bentley, brand new Aston mar’
Everything I smoke’s potent you can smell it from a far
Hold up, wait up, I’ll be back tomorrow
Hold up, wait up, I’ll be back tomorrow
Purple, Hindu, chronic by the jar
[Verse 1]
Ahh, so you like gin and jello
Baby girl shake like she shake it for dinero
Bitches rush the sides for my silho(uette)
Wet neck got my temperature below zero
Fifty grand earlobe, and a pound for a pillow
You met a lot of models, I know how they feel though
Asian and Brazil hoe, touching me where the steel go
Hits of that real dro like a Holyfield blow
Got doe? Dido, it’s coming by the kilo
Unlucky nigga widowed when I’m lowering my window
Got the biggest cross you done seen thus far
A star, rolling usually out the jar, plush car
Subpar ass niggas getting aggy out the mouth
When the wolves on you’re gonna have
To drag him out the house, drag him in a cell
Snitch made for ratting I can tell
Wiring their chest, squeezing all the traffic to the cell
[Hook]
Hundred dollar billin’, quater million on my car
Hold up, wait up, I’ll be back tomorrow
Hold up, wait up, I’ll be back tomorrow
Audi, Bentley, brand new Aston mar’
Got that gucci and that Louie on that you ain’t never saw
Hold up, wait up, I’ll be back tomorrow
Hold up, wait up, I’ll be back tomorrow
What time is it? Three? I’ll be back at four
[Verse 2]
Well, we ain’t the ones to flex on, we always got the sket on
Step on, or get three to your head, like Stephon
Whoever thought I’d see this after seing what i’ve seen
Went from dancing with the devil to a G in magazines
Bring the beamer back to Queens
You should see him how he leans
Rolling, the neighborhood put G into my genes
I got a swagger you don’t see in Human beings
Fiend, put me in the museum with the green
Mean, spell my name with a Bentley "B"
Bitches think of dollar signs when you mention me
P.L.K, spitter of the century
We run the city, and they ain't make an extra key
Shorty holla if you see me in the street
Let me hit, you'll fuck around and see me in your sleep
You see me out, you see me in a fleet
Benzes and BMW’s with chrome feet
[Hook]
Hundred dollar billin’, quater million on my car
Hold up, wait up, I’ll be back tomorrow
Hold up, wait up, I’ll be back tomorrow
Audi, Bentley, brand new Aston mar’
Got that gucci and that Louie on that you ain’t never saw
Hold up, wait up, I’ll be back tomorrow
Hold up, wait up, I’ll be back tomorrow
What time is it? Three? I’ll be back at four
went from dancin wit the devil to a g in magazineeeeeeessssss!
Timbaland should’ve gave this beat to Banks 🤦🏾♂️🤦🏾♂️
need the beat title
this that shit
Hold up wait up ill be back 2morrow
@Sickman950 i got the instrumental
Benzes and bmws with chrome feet lmaoo
this that shit