Tr3y - Gr33dy Lyrics

I just want the 100's and the
I just want the 100's and the
I just want the 100's and the
I just want the 100's and the
I just want the 100's and the
I just want the 100's and the
I just want the 100's and the
I just want the 100's and the

I don't mean no harm just want the 100's and 50's
Tipsy off a bottle of some old ass whisky
Dizzy call an Uber cause my vision is iffy
Fifteen minutes before the thing come to get me
Kidney feeling iffy but my outfit spiff see
Me, won't leave the house without shit so cozy
Old me wouldn't mind walking out with an old T
Done hit the lotto now my shit so fleezy

She, she see a rapper but I'm really a cold man
I be dropping bars from the North Pole land understand
What you saying ain't I comprehend, eye
I see a nigga with his hand in his pants goddamn
I can't believe I got my hand in the pot and what not
I still would never f*ck around with a thot I would not
I leave parking lot bruising the block my shit knock
Off top like a neighborhood cop, in my sock

You probably find a little wrapped up clot or what not
Just some dollars I ain't into the rocks I'm into stocks
Know some niggas that be into the plots and they not
About to stop competing hard for block, no they not
Studied hard now I Versace my linen
Common sensing a hater away with the back of pencil, independent
I'm bout to kill it like a satin assassin hear the passion
Stacking my wealth just I'm Cleopatra, ready for action
Ready just like the cameras is flashin'

And if the scene set right then I'm directing and actin'
I'm just the captain one-eyed Willy the treasure is stashed
I walked right up out the ghetto with a stick and a bag, all bad
But I now don't even be looking for tags, just grab
You see the fashion I be setting the fads, doo rags kill niggas
Or they do kill rags? 'Cuz my dad
He rep' the red like Chi-Town Bulls mascot

I don't mean no harm just want the 100's and 50's
Tipsy off a bottle of some old ass whisky
Dizzy call an Uber cause my vision is iffy
Fifteen minutes before the thing come to get me
Kidney feeling iffy but my outfit spiff see
Me, won't leave the house without shit so cozy
Old me wouldn't mind walking out with an old T
Done hit the lotto now my shit so fleezy

Not about to sit up hear and front with you
F*ck with the money and it'll be your funeral
My cubical decorated with rubrics cubes
I know ya moves plan the shit before you do it
Want the jewelry, Cuban links and shiny things
Some blingy bling and pinky rings
Fashion shit some new Gucci
Just throw me the money and watch see
The magazines and finer things
Designer coats, design my mind
Designer jeans my style is clean
I want the green standing out like the new Kyrie
The Best sound on earth is a money machine
Xerxes shit I'm running my team
My Papa told me from his cell
I'm the new born King Now take a knee
Sipping Moscato Colorado I be planting the seeds
Take vacation out of Cali I be needing the scenery
Better believe in me

I don't mean no harm just want the 100's and 50's
Tipsy off a bottle of some old ass whisky
Dizzy call an Uber cause my vision is iffy
Fifteen minutes before the thing come to get me
Kidney feeling iffy but my outfit spiff see
Me, won't leave the house without shit so cozy
Old me wouldn't mind walking out with an old T
Done hit the lotto now my shit so fleezy

I just want the 100's and the
I just want the 100's and the
I just want the 100's and the
I just want the 100's and the
I just want the 100's and the
I just want the 100's and the
I just want the 100's and the
I just want the 100's and the