Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 100K , by - Phresher. Release date: 14.06.2018
Song language: English
100K |
| Hundred thousand dollars on the way up |
| I’m just stacking my cake up |
| Tell my bitch don’t wait up |
| These lil niggas gotta wait up |
| I had to get my weight up |
| Now a nigga way way way up |
| I had to get my weight up |
| Now a nigga way way way up |
| Hundred thousand dollars on the way up |
| I’m just stacking my cake up |
| Tell my bitch don’t wait up |
| These lil niggas gotta wait up |
| I had to get my weight up |
| Now a nigga way way way up |
| I had to get my weight up |
| Now a nigga way way way up |
| I had to get my cake up |
| This rap shit gotta be a lay up |
| This the type of shit you can’t make up |
| Play me back then now they gotta pay up |
| Gotta stay sharp like a shaver |
| Go and see my girl for the taper |
| Hatin' real, gotta stay prayed up |
| Me and my niggas gon' stay up |
| Goyard bag when I wake up |
| My bitch don’t wear Marc Jacob |
| Married to the money, no break up |
| All my hoes gotta rake up |
| You can’t fuck my bitch, if you wanted to |
| Don’t get set up, get that ass wet up |
| Be cool nigga, I’m warning you |
| These bloody shoes, no Cardi |
| Bodak Yellow my Rari |
| I’m a Playboy, no Carti |
| Bad Boy like Mike Lowry |
| Old ass game, that’s Atari |
| Deebo’ed your spot, I ain’t sorry |
| Wildcats, I’m Calapari |
| I got the, I got the wave, Shamari |
| Hundred thousand dollars on the way up |
| I’m just stacking my cake up |
| Tell my bitch don’t wait up |
| These lil niggas gotta wait up |
| I had to get my weight up |
| Now a nigga way way way up |
| I had to get my weight up |
| Now a nigga way way way up |
| Hundred thousand dollars on the way up |
| I’m just stacking my cake up |
| Tell my bitch don’t wait up |
| These lil niggas gotta wait up |
| I had to get my weight up |
| Now a nigga way way way up |
| I had to get my weight up |
| Now a nigga way way way up |
| I’m just stacking my paper, yeah |
| Give good brain off the wake up, yeah |
| That bitch ugly, need makeup, yeah |
| Wait up, yeah, cake up, I |
| They study my swag, couldn’t bartend, had to switch up my bag |
| Talk to me nice bitch, why is you mad? |
| That nigga you want sis, he on my ass |
| Don’t need to brag, but I am bad |
| My time is now, your time is later |
| You ain’t seen Dream? |
| bitch you a hater, hah hah |
| Wanted princess and PHresher, yeah |
| Tryna sleep on us, we next up, yeah |
| You a itty bitty bitch, just press up, yeah |
| Bank got money, I can flex flex flex up, yeah |
| I’m a hot dog bitch, just catch up, yeah |
| Hundred thousand dollars on the way up |
| I’m just stacking my cake up |
| Tell my bitch don’t wait up |
| These lil niggas gotta wait up |
| I had to get my weight up |
| Now a nigga way way way up |
| I had to get my weight up |
| Now a nigga way way way up |
| Hundred thousand dollars on the way up |
| I’m just stacking my cake up |
| Tell my bitch don’t wait up |
| These lil niggas gotta wait up |
| I had to get my weight up |
| Now a nigga way way way up |
| I had to get my weight up |
| Now a nigga way way way up |
| You know I’ma flex, get my weight up |
| Running to a check like wait up |
| Hop on that jet, go way up |
| She foreign, look the best no makeup |
| But I hit it, got nothing to say to her |
| I need like one hundred K when I’m waking up |
| I kick her out the Maybach, we ain’t layin' up |
| You know I get to the racks like I’m layin' up |
| That’s a fact, go run up the check |
| All the bags I’m tryna collect |
| Stop the lies, who you tryna impress? |
| I’m stackin' it up and I’m spending the racks |
| Nowadays money be sold by the strap |
| Rubber bands on me, I’m spending your rent |
| Look at my pockets, they grow and they stretch |
| I only wanted that ho for the neck |
| You ain’t got no dough, just put it to rest |
| Wrist on the snow and that ice on my neck |
| When she give me throat, she be making a mess |
| Them days I was broke, I still made it the best, hey |
| Better keep your eyes on the paper |
| She get in the ride, do the favors |
| Smoking, getting high, different flavors |
| I ain’t wasting time, see you later |
| Hundred thousand dollars on the way up |