100 Bandz - Tory Lanez, Syph

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