100 Bands (feat. Quavo, YG & Meek Mill)

Whoop, woo!
Y'all already know who I am? Right?
Mustard on the beat, ho
Let's go

Hunnid bands (Oh, woo), hunnid bands (Oh, woo)
Hunnid bands (Oh), hunnid bands (Oh, hunnid bands)
10 bands (Oh, 10 bands) in the right hand (Oh, right)
10 bands (Oh, hey) in my left hand (Oh, let's go, yeah)

Make her best friend (Woo) be her hype man (Hype man)
You keep going big (Woo) she wanna fight, damn (Going big)
Bad bitches in my city catching flights, damn (Bad)
Popping big bands when they hit the lights, damn (Cash)

I pull down on your city
In your city, they fuck with me (City)
And these bitches fucking with me
'Cause I represent my city (Fuck with me)

Get your issue, you can't witness
All this cash that we gettin' (Whoop)
If you started, we gon' finish
Whole gang with the bidness (Here we go, bidness, bow)

Hunnid bands (Oh, woo), hunnid bands (Oh, woo)
Hunnid bands (Oh), hunnid bands (Oh, hunnid bands)
10 bands (Oh, 10 bands) in the right hand (Oh, right)
10 bands (Oh, hey) in my left hand (Oh, here we go)

Santa Claus bag, ho sit up on you (Ho sit)
Suge Knight bag, had the shooters get up on you (Flip)
You see the red Lamborghini as I hit the corner (As I hit the corner)
YG got his shit together, he a business owner (Oh, oh)

Popping tags, shopping bags, nigga I gotta brag (Gotta brag)
The YSL don't fit, I ain't even take it back (Fuck that shit)
Ella Mai trippin', we do a lot of that (A lot of that)
But it ain't ever 'bout a bitch, we trip to Cabo, Jack (Skrrt, ayy)

Big bands on me, drumline (Big bands)
I just let the money talk, don't need no punchline
I like the sunshine so I said, "Fuck the rules" (What is that?)
If you 'bout a bag, holla, "Suu whoop" (Let's go!)

Hunnid bands (Oh, woo), hunnid bands (Oh, woo)
Hunnid bands (Oh), hunnid bands (Oh, hunnid bands)
10 bands (Oh, 10 bands) in the right hand (Oh, right)
10 bands (Oh, hey) in my left hand (Oh, Yeah, yeah)

More money (More money), more bitches (More bitches)
More milli's (More milli's), more riches (Yeah)
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, I got four bitches
And they squatting on that dick like they doin' fitness

Said he looking for me, came through in the drop top (Skrrt)
Spent a corner in the dorm, while the opps watch (Let's get it)
I'm too rich to go through somethin' about a thot, thot (Huh)
Feds grabbed you, you back home, oh you a cop, cop (Huh)

This shit serious (This shit serious)
Bad bitch gon' give me brain, she on her period (She on her period)
In the trenches of Dubai, they don't know where he is (Where ya at?)
Is that a bird? No, that's a jet, yeah, there he is (Gang)

Hunnid bands (Oh, woo), hunnid bands (Oh, woo)
Hunnid bands (Oh), hunnid bands (Oh, hunnid bands)
10 bands (Oh, 10 bands) in the right hand (Oh, right)
10 bands (Oh, hey) in my left hand (Oh, Yeah, yeah)



Credits
Writer(s): Dijon Isaiah Mcfarlane, Robert Williams, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Keenon Daquan Ray Jackson, Leslie Andre Wakefield, Ermias Joseph Asghedom
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