Finesse - 100 Grand (feat. Necko Escobar, E.Z.E, Matt Jaxon & C-Note Blue) Lyrics

I need that money in my hand, yeah
I need that money in my hand
I need that money in my hand, yeah
I need that money in my hands
If that's ya mans
This my mans a 100 grand
Pow
I need that money in my hand, yeah
I need that money in my hand
I need that money in my hand, yeah
I need that money in my hand
If that's ya mans
This my mans a 100 grand
Pow

Mind brighter than a 1000 watts
Time to shine, I ain't got a watch
Cop's spot, arm up, No 12' O clock
I'm still outspoken
Like I'm Red Foxx

I'm sonning like Sanford
Shitting on niggas I came with no pamper
Killing these niggas so slow it's like cancer
Banging on instruments nigga get bands up
Young black and we ballin'
My nigga March Madness
Savage on average with a Heart of assassins

These bars keep climbing no ladder
My bitch still piss no bladder

When the body's drop that's splatter
You can't call the cops, got warrants out And you know the block gon' chatter
We rolling out can't catch us
It's game time, no checkers
You playing around
You playing around
You playing around
You playing

I get that paper then I split it with the team
Straight finesse you know it's never that it seems
Everytime I get a check
It's like a dream
It's like a dream
Whoa!

I need that money in my hand, yeah
I need that money in my hand
I need that money in my hand, yeah
I need that money in my hands
If that's ya mans
This my mans a 100 grand
Pow
I need that money in my hand, yeah
I need that money in my hand
I need that money in my hand, yeah
I need that money in my hand
If that's ya mans
This my mans a 100 grand
Pow

I need that money in hand
I blow a couple of grand
These niggas is iffy
Fingers is sticky
Let's stick to my part of the plan

My man got chopper in hand
Bitch we making a band
Got shooters like NBA, Damn
Sports, I bet they don't jam

Get all it your area
Ain't nothing new this shit can get scarier
Now what you gon do, Oou!
Just get your levels up
Bitch what you staring at
Bank deposit on Ching Ching
Hold da phone no ring ring
No money ain't no ting
Every time I come around your city bling bling bling

I got C-notes in my hand
If yo bitch is outta hand
She gon end up in my hands, woah
And she claim she got no man
And she came in with her friends
And She claim that they all fans, nooo
Out the way
Bands up in my hand what can i say

You speak that hate, you in the way
Tryna get paid that's everyday
We paved the way
We is the wave
F*ck what you say

I need that money in my hand, yeah
I need that money in my hand
I need that money in my hand, yeah
I need that money in my hands
If that's ya mans
This my mans a 100 grand
Pow
I need that money in my hand, yeah
I need that money in my hand
I need that money in my hand, yeah
I need that money in my hand
If that's ya mans
This my mans a 100 grand
Pow