Mibbs feat. Polo Donatello - 100 Lyrics

Lyrics 100 - Mibbs feat. Polo Donatello



Hundred dolla bills (A.K.A. "The Money Man")
Heh, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout (Yeah)
Hundred dolla bills (Whoo)
Fallin' from the ceilin' man
I almost got the chills
I see ass and titties
Go head, fuck with me
Atlanta, Miami, Alabama, Mississippi
Got a bag of sticky from Cali
Some trippy sticks from Maui
No wonder it's so cloudy
Bitches gon' surround me
Them lame niggas look grouchy
But they ain't gon' get at me
As soon as they get rowdy, all my niggas rally Found you in the alley
We from L.A. County
You don't want that bounty on yo' head
Boy we 'bout it
She got lotsa talent
She should work at Magic City
Dancin' so erotic
Put my face between them titties
Motorboat that body
Smokin' Lacs and drinkin' with me
We gon' have a party
I might fuck around and pay her with...
Hundred dolla bills
Hundred, hundred dolla bills
Mami roll that body like she rollin' off a pill
I got twenty bitches makin' sure my bottle's chilled
All these ho's tell me they love me
I'm like, "Tell me how you feel!"
Shady screamin' he ain't shit
But she still gon' take his shit
What part of the game is that?
That sounds like some lame ass shit
Get yo'self together baby
Treat it like aerobics
Yoga, Squats, and Crunches
Cut out all them brunches
Do some jumpin' jacks in lunches
Take yo' ass to Runyan Canyon
Do somethin' productive ho
Nigga, don't save her
She 'bout twenty-eight and still act like a teenager
Niggas is out they mind thinkin' one day they can save her
She bought ass shots from her Plastic Surgeon
Too much booty and her back is hurtin'
Quit her job, she got her ass to work
And gotta pay her rent so back to twerkin'
She needs Superman that's for certain
Throw yo' cape on and save the day
Hurry up, you can't wait... too late
You can turn yo' head, she fade away
Hundred dolla bills
Hundred, hundred dolla bills
Mami roll that body like she rollin' off a pill
I got twenty bitches makin' sure my bottle's chilled
All these ho's tell me they love me
I'm like, "Tell me how you feel!"
All black dohs, my wrist's got plenty
Fuck yo' watch, mine's made by Bentley
He bought Jonny almost 12K
My search Tom Ford, don't search on Clench
Played across the country and I still supply my town
A.K.A. "The Money Man", I just threw about a pound
Sippin' and leanin', I'm actin' a fool
Shoppin' at Neiman's, I'm doin' what's cool
Go to Home Depot, I go buy a tool
Keep packin' a bucket,
The package is cool Eatin' filet, Lobster Strips
Just look at my neck,
'Bout much as your rent Known to be flexin' behind all this tint
No longer the pub, we can't resident
Hundred dolla bills
Hundred, hundred dolla bills
Mami roll that body like she rollin' off a pill
I got twenty bitches makin' sure my bottle's chilled
All these ho's tell me they love me
I'm like, "Tell me how you feel!"
Hundred dolla bills
Hundred, hundred dolla bills
Mami roll that body like she rollin' off a pill
I got twenty bitches makin' sure my bottle's chilled
All these ho's tell me they love me
I'm like, "Tell me how you feel!"
Hundred dolla bills
Hundred, hundred dolla bills (Yeah)
Hundred dolla bills
Hundred, hundred dolla bills (Yeah)
Hundred dolla bills
Hundred, hundred dolla bills (Yeah)
Hundred dolla bills
Hundred, hundred dolla bills



Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Michael Bernard Stevenson


Mibbs feat. Polo Donatello - The Program
Album The Program
date of release
21-01-2014



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