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letra de $100 (feat. polo donatello) - mibbs

hundred dollar bills. heh, that’s what i’m talking about
hundred dollar bills, falling from the ceiling man i almost got the chills. i see -ss and t-tties. go ahead, f-ck with me. atlanta, miami, alabama, mississippi. got a bag of sticky from cali. sticks from maui. no wonder it’s so cloudy. b-tches gon surround me. them lame n-ggas look grouchy, but they ain’t gon get at me. as soon as they get rowdy, all my n-ggas rally. found you in the alley. we from la county. you don’t want that bounty on on your head. boy we bout it. she got lots of talent. she should work at magic city, dancing so erotic. put myself between them t-tties, motorboat that body. smoking lacs and drinking with me. we gon have a party. i might f-ck around and pay her with
hundred dollar bills, hundred, hundred dollar bills
mami roll that body like she rolling off a pill. i got twenty b-tches making sure my bottle’s chill. all these hoes tell me they love me. i’m like, “tell me how you feel.”
shady screaming he ain’t sh-t. but she still gon take his sh-t. what part of the game is that? that sounds like some lame -ss sh-t. get yourself together baby, treat it like aerobics. yoga, squats, and crunches, cut out all them brunches. do some jumping jacks in lunches. take your -ss to runyan canyon, do something productive, hoe. n-gga don’t save her. she bout twenty-eight and still act like a teenager. n-ggas just out they mind, thinking one day they can save her. she bought -ss shots from her plastic surgeon. too much booty, her back is hurting. quit her job, she got her -ss to work. she gotta pay rent so back to twerking. she needs superman, that’s for certain. throw your cape on and save the day. hurry up, you can’t wait too late. you can turn your head, she fade away
hundred dollar bills, hundred, hundred dollar bills
mami roll that body like she rolling off a pill. i got twenty b-tches making sure my bottle’s chill. all these hoes tell me they love me. i’m like, “tell me how you feel.”
all black diamonds, my wrist got plenty. f-ck your watch, mine’s made by bentley. did bought jonny almost twelve k. my search tom ford, don’t search on clean. run across the country and i’m still part of my town. ate a money man, i just threw about a pound. sipping and leaning, i’m acting a fool. shopping at nemo’s i’m doing what’s cool. go to home depot, i go buy a tool. keep packing a bucket, the package is cool. eating filet, lobster strips. just look at my neck, bout much as your rent. known to be flexing behind all this tint. no longer the pub, we can’t resident
hundred dollar bills, hundred, hundred dollar bills
mami roll that body like she rolling off a pill. i got twenty b-tches making sure my bottle’s chill. all these hoes tell me they love me. i’m like, “tell me how you feel.”

- mibbs

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