Hundreds on 'Em

Got different color money different color hoes
Different color drugs all in my soul (different color dope)
They gone trouble my bros (they gone what)
This what we gone do
We gone drop hundreds on em
We gone spend hundreds on em
I'm gone drop hundreds on em
I'm gone spend hundreds on em
You got Xan me up, you got Act me up
You got po' me up, you got boot me up
I'm just geekin' this motherfucker
I don't give a fuck about your color nigga
I'm gone drop hundreds on you
We gone spend hundreds on you
I'm gone spend hundreds on em
I'm gone throw hundreds on em

Hundreds on ya head and the hundreds on the floor
Coming through your house coming through the door
Cause its money on your head know yo be dead
I ain't really tripping cause I duck and doge feds
Cause its money in the spot and its money in the floor
I ain't really tripping cause we so cut throat
And we straight outta Atlanta take you to Zone 4
Westside Bankhead where we move snow
Cause its dope in the attic guns in the mattress
I ain't really tripping cause we catch you in traffic
Shad got the chapper you know we straight getting clappin'
I ain't really tripping cause we kidnapping napping
I ain't really tripping, I ain't really tripping, hit em with the money
Draw 4 5 rookie, hit em with the Chris Paul hit em with the three
Hit em with the Black Griffen 32 a piece
Hit em with the Tech, hit em with the foul
Catch a nigga down bad hit em with a?
Head shot head sho aiming for his neck
Bad bitches, bad bitches setting up licks
Bad bitches, bad bitches licking up the bricks