Tyga – 100s (feat. Chief Keef & Ae)

[Verse 3: Tyga]
Countin’ hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Countin’ hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Yeah, got bitches in the hallway

Runnin’ through the set, runnin’ up a check, runnin’ through the bag
Countin’ hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
T-Raww pulled up on me in a motherfuckin’ Lamb
Countin’ hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Don’t be readin’ shit in Daily Mail
T-Raww pulled up on me in a motherfuckin’ Lamb
‘Cause I’m countin’ hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Yeah, everybody know me, bitch
Countin’ hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Countin’ hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
[Chorus: Chief Keef & Tyga]
Runnin’ up the set, throwin’ up the set, bitches on set

Hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid hunnids
Jumpin’ on my dick, jumpin’ on my dick, jumpin’ on my dick
Countin’ hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
T-Raww pulled up on me in a motherfuckin’ Lamb
Nigga put the swag, nigga put the cash, nigga put the bag
Money in the sack, money in the sky, money in the ceilings
Countin’ hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no motherfuckin’ money machine
Uh, bought that whip off the show room (Skrrt, skrrt)
Music, baby, that’s a good move They like G.O.O.D.
Runnin’ up a check, runnin’ up a check
‘Cause I’m countin’ hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We like to touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it
Dope in the stash, dope in the stash, hoes in the back
Turn a freeway to a speedrace (Skrrt)
Jumpin’ on my dick, jumpin’ on my dick, jumpin’ on my dick
I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you
Two girls asked me what I’m gon’ do, I said both of you
In the club, throwin’ racks and I got swag bustin’ out the bag

Got my own show just to show you
We like to touch it, touch it, touch it
Runnin’ through the set, runnin’ up a check, runnin’ through the bag
Niggas want beef but they Tofu
We don’t need no motherfuck’ money machine
Runnin’ through the set, runnin’ up a check, runnin’ through the bag
Heard the rumours ’bout you were so true, you thirsty and you ain’t got no juice
[Verse 2: A.E.]
Young Nobu, we at the go-thru
Money in the sack, money in the sky, money in the ceilings
Ch-ch-chop it up like Pro Tools
We like to touch it, touch it, touch it
In the club, throwin’ racks and I got swag bustin’ out the bag
In the club, throwin’ racks and I got swag bustin’ out the bag
‘Cause I’m countin’ hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Countin’ hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
And gettin’ bread somethin’ that we toast to
Uh, drunk off the sake and the soul juice, yeah, drop out, pull up in a old school, ooh
We like to touch it, touch it, touch it
All my day ones is my go-tos
Yeah, she do the same things them hoes do and that makes her a hoe too
Hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid hunnids
Jumpin’ on my dick, jumpin’ on my dick, jumpin’ on my dick
Don’t be actin’ shit about the fam
We like to touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it
Hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid hunnids
We don’t need no motherfuck’ money machine
Yeah, that Ferrari just foreplay
Countin’ hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Techs with a tech if a nigga play me, bitch
Watch this shit sell like Adele, yeah
Drop out but I’m pullin’ drops out, got my cock out like I told you
We don’t need no motherfuckin’ money machine

Countin’ hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
White diamonds drippin’ like ’02
Bitches come this way, bitches wanna kiss me
Countin’ hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no motherfuck’ money machine
Nigga, go that way, nigga, go that way
[Verse 1: Tyga]
[Chorus: Chief Keef & Tyga]
I just closed a big deal, lookin’ through my email
I’ma bachelor, I ain’t got no boo, it’s all be solo and nobu

Countin’ hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Countin’ hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
[Chorus: Chief Keef & Tyga]
Countin’ hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We like to touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it
We don’t need no motherfuckin’ money machine
Money in the sack, money in the sky, money in the ceilings