Waka drops a new track from the Trap Music: Squad Life Edition 8 compilation. Produced by Metro Boomin.
All 100′s Lyrics by Waka Flocka Flame Ft. Frenchie & S Money
(Intro)
Brick Squad Monopoly,
That’s the company
(Hook x2)
All 100s, all 100s
No 50s, no 20s, just 100s
All 100s, all 100s
No 50s, no 20s, just 100s
(Verse)
All 100s, that mean 100 straps
100 cars, 100 bars, 100 racks
I’m 100 proof, I speak the proof
You ain’t by a dropout, I can surely say you through the roof
Papi there, it’s 100 here
And 100 shells, ain’t no runnin here
I’m 100 man, 100 man, stunning man
Been 100 places, seen 100 things
Made me 100 thousand, gave back to public housing
My chain on, they try to house it
Young niggas get house when they get down
If you lookin for the pounds, nigga sit down
Young niggas be them wolves so they split down
And when they stop and ride all better get down
(Hook x2)
All 100s, all 100s
No 50s, no 20s, just 100s
All 100s, all 100s
No 50s, no 20s, just 100s
(Verse)
For 50 bills give me 100 racks
Prices low, we don’t need the cash
No 24 figures, just hundreds
My young niggas, they gunnin
If the fingers snap get yo man down
Rip it down on our hands
Say purp, molly, weed
All you be my niggas, just call the nigga
Old grand and I’m bombin nigga
Young niggas, they gunnin nigga
I came from nothing, I ain’t changing nigga
Thug game to my bass nigga
I’m shittin on em, no stage nigga
Bad bitch and she thugging
13, 14 if 12 these niggas is hushin
Gotta get some money, gotta make some money
Gotta get some money, gotta make some money
These is rolled up, nigga 10 for 30
Got hands in my pocket but my shoes been bothering
Niggas rap for the street money
No more swag, homie that’s money
In Pittsburgh where the group know
You’re hard to beat and locked up
(Hook x2)
All 100s, all 100s
No 50s, no 20s, just 100s
All 100s, all 100s
No 50s, no 20s, just 100s
(Verse)
All 100s no 50s
All choppas, no glizzies
All said, no fishy
Pourin the Ciroc, no Diddy
Block on my grand no Biggie
See if I like it but she leave with me
Brick Squad nigga, got the team with me
Sprite so dirty, got that lean in it
In the fast lane, fuck the speed limit
Hostiles mean you can’t breathe in it
Track all numbers getting payment
Show me if you want, get your dream endin
Yall losin, we winnin
No play, our business
Come into the strip club, I’ll test ya
100 nigga get but we all grimless
The call me S Money, big competitions
Call me cooked up I need a block of whippin
You niggas been broke, need a pot to piss in
I don’t really see no competition
Chris Brown, Aretha Gale
Brick Squad, love the game
We cool, yall lames
100 stacks, small change
(Hook x2)
All 100s, all 100s
No 50s, no 20s, just 100s
All 100s, all 100s
No 50s, no 20s, just 100s
