[Intro]

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Bang, bang, bang

Doh, doh doh doh

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt

DP on the beat

Hundred for the ones and two hundred for my

[Chorus]

I paid hundred for the ones

And two hundred for my gun

Paid a hundred for the drum

Just to go up in my gun

Paid fifty for some bullets

That's a box of bullets

Shoot 'em at your stomach

And shoot at your medulla

With my ruger

Smoking Tooka

In my bimmer

I'm a fooler

Pull up on ya

Pull up to ya

Switch cars

Then I fool ya

[Verse 1]

Pull up in that 'Rari, hallelujah

Then I hop up in my Bimmer just to fool ya

Fool your bitch, I pull up in that fucking Hummer

Hummer H2, bitch, no, this ain't no scooter

It go faster than a Harley

Someone please pass me the damn Marley, ayy

Even though I don't smoke with nobody

I don't need no bodyguard I got my body

Got my nina

Got my Tommy (Got my Tommy)

Shoot this shit right up at your tummy (At your tummy, bang-bang)

Now you're looking like a zombie

Trying to get help but you couldn't find it (Buh-buh)

My Bimmer colored suu-whoop ravioli (Suu-whoop)

'Member when I used to eat ravioli (Woo, woo, bitch)

Now I can buy Kay Kay a little pony (Kay Kay, Kay)

Anything she want, you know I'm on it

That money, I be on it (Phew)

I ain't got no business sittin' on it (Hell nah)

I just got some business with gettin' money

You ain't talking money, that shit funny

[Chorus]

I paid hundred for the ones

And two hundred for my gun

Paid a hundred for the drum

Just to go up in my gun

Paid fifty for some bullets

That's a box of bullets

Shoot 'em at your stomach

And shoot at your medulla

With my ruger

Smoking Tooka

In my bimmer

I'm a fooler

Pull up on ya

Pull up to ya

Switch cars

Then I fool ya

[Verse 2]

Somewhere coolin' in my mansion

Holding your bitch for ransom

How much you got to get her back, fam?

She ain't worth shit so I hope you got about 10

Boy, I heard your belt Versace

I got fifty times Versace in my pocket

Money be my logic

So you know I'm all about it