Whole 100 - Q Money

Think it’s a game

Bobby Kritical

Ooh, huh

Too much bands, nigga can’t hold up his pants

Hit the club doin' my dance

I been gettin' way too money, trappin' all night

So I give the bitch pipe when I can

I been on way too many Delta flights

So the pilot and the flight attendants know who I am

Used to serve grams out a grey Dodge van

Even back then, I was doin' my dance

Even my teachers said I wouldn’t be shit

Even my priest said I wouldn’t be shit

That’s why I spent that much on my wrist

That’s why I spent that much on your bitch

I’m the same nigga, I ain’t never had shit

I’m the same young nigga that was gettin' wick'

Better not think this shit no lick

I can make one call, get your whole shit flipped, bitch

Yeah

Young nigga walk around with a whole hundred on him, goddamn (Ooh shit, goddamn,

goddamn)

Young nigga walk around with a whole hundred bands (Shit, shit)

Hit the strip club, these bitches know just who I am (Hah, it’s Q Money)

Hit the strip club, blow that money like a fan (Ain't shit funny)

Got too much bands (Yeah)

Battle of the bands in my pants (It's goin')

Nigga, you a fan (Goddamn)

I’m poppin' shit like a Xan', poppin' shit, Perc-10 (Yeah)

Private jet when I land (Private jet)

Palm trees in the sand (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Bought a new FN

Hit you and your mans (Fire, fire)

What the fuck is you sayin'?

(Fire, fire)

Fuck is you sayin'?

(Huh)

Niggas counted me out, I was sleepin' on the couch

Why the fuck was you doubtin'?

Yeah

Keep a nine on me, no golf, yeah

Nigga had to find his way out, yeah

Nigga had to take a different route

Fuck around, got a deal, then moved to the South (Think It’s a Game)

Yeah, I was tryna make my mama proud

Remember when her ass used to kick me out

Now I’m 'bout to fuck around, buy a new house

And guess what?

Still gon' fuck on her couch

Fuck 'round, get my mouth bustdown

My grandma told me to invest in my smile

Brand new Rollie with a Arabic dial

Bought a bracelet 'cause the other hand felt left out

Two-tone Cuban on my neck right now

Just like my wrist, your bitch bustdown, yeah

Yeah

Young nigga walk around with a whole hundred on him, goddamn (Goddamn, goddamn)

Young nigga walk around with a whole hundred bands (That's a fact, nigga)

Hit the strip club, these bitches know just who I am (It's Q Money)

Hit the strip club, blow that money like a fan (Ain't shit funny)

Got too much bands (Yeah)

Battle of the bands in my pants

Nigga, you a fan (For real)

I’m poppin' shit like a Xan', poppin' shit, Perc-10 (Ten)

Private jet when I land (Land, land)

Palm trees in the sand

Bought a new FN (Fire)

Hit you and your mans (Fire)

What the fuck is you sayin'?

(Fire)

Fuck is you sayin'?