Lyrics 100 Bandz - Tory Lanez, Syph

100 Bandz

Those niggas got bread
But it ain’t like mine
Hundred bands on you
Hundred bands on you
We top down in the summer time
Take flight when it gets cold
I put it down like H-town 'cause my cup full and I sip slow
All I see is this money, nigga
Can’t see a hater, got tunnel vision
Racks, all my true allegiance
Ballin' on 'em is my prescription
I’m about to throw up and grow on this shawty
Her boyfriend a broke nigga but she think he ballin'
Bands’ll make her dance so I throw it up
Hundred grand on the floor make you throw up
Nu Money-Money Gang make you know us
In a drop top Mazi doin' donuts
Know us, got my Louis shades on but I can see the money
And that white girl, she keep it comin'
Red bottoms and gold bottles, Louis XIII, that’s sneaker money
I put her on game but she breathe the money
But the game is meant to be sold
Make a nigga wanna spend a hundred bands, it’s magic on that pole
He ain’t got no time, baby girl, I got
Bunch of money on me, I got them bands
Baby girl you want come fuck with me
I’m in my section, baby girl, look sexy
When you fuck with me I got them things
And it ain’t no stressin', and it ain’t no stressin'
I might spend a hundred bands on you
Like it ain’t no conversation 'cause it ain’t no time for waiting
Oh no, I got them hundred bands on you
'Cause it ain’t no time
Them niggas got bread, but it ain’t like mine
But it ain’t like mine, but it ain’t like mine
Them niggas got bread, but it ain’t like mine
Hundred bands on you, hundred bands on you
Now all she want is a real nigga 'cause she tired of all them broke niggas
20 G’s on her chinchilla, my money new, it couldn’t get better
Them hoes watch, you a trendsetter, bitch bad, she a fashion killer
Head to toe in designer clothes, I got time for money, ain’t got time for hoes
Bankroll after bankroll
She got time, then I got a plan
Scenery you could Instagram
You ain’t taking flights, you need a better man
That pussy good I go dumb on it
Plus you keepin' it 100
Summer time we 650 winter time we 700
We gon' ball until we fall out
Buy some Dom P and pour it all out
Me and my niggas go all out
Got a hundred bad bitches like a doghouse
He ain’t got no time, baby girl, I got
Bunch of money on me, I got them bands
Baby girl you want come fuck with me
I’m in my section, baby girl, look sexy
When you fuck with me I got them things
And it ain’t no stressin', and it ain’t no stressin'
I might spend a hundred bands on you
Like it ain’t no conversation 'cause it ain’t no time for waiting
Oh no, I got them hundred bands on you
'Cause it ain’t no time
Them niggas got bread, but it ain’t like mine
But it ain’t like mine, but it ain’t like mine
Them niggas got bread, but it ain’t like mine
Hundred bands on you, hundred bands on you