Mustard - 100 bands

Whoop, woo
You already know who I am right?
Mustard on the beat, hoe
Let's go

Hunnid bands (oh, woo), hunnid bands (oh, woo)
Hunnid bands (oh), hunnid bands (oh, hunnid bands)
Ten bands (oh, ten bands) in the right hand (oh, right)
Ten bands (oh, hey) in my left hand (oh, let's go, yeah)

Make her best friend (woo) be her hype man (hype man)
You keep going big (woo) she wanna fight, damn (going big)
Bad bitches in my city catching flights, damn (bad)
Popping big bands when they hit the lights, damn (cash)
I pull down on your city, in your city, they fuck with me (city)
And these bitches fucking with me 'cause I represent my city (fuck with me)
Kitchen dishin', you can witness all this cash that we gettin' (whoop)
If you started, we gon' finish, whole gang with the bidness (here we go, bidness, bow)

Hunnid bands (oh, woo), hunnid bands (oh, woo)
Hunnid bands (oh), hunnid bands (oh, hunnid bands)
Ten bands (oh, ten bands) in the right hand (oh, right)
Ten bands (oh, hey) in my left hand (oh, here we go)


Santa Claus bag, hoe sit up on you (hoe sit)
Suge Knight bag, had the shooters get up on you (flip)
You see the red Lamborghini as I hit the corner (as I hit the corner)
YG got his shit together, he a business owner (oh, oh)
Popping tags, shopping bags, nigga I gotta brag (gotta brag)
The YSL don't fit, I ain't take it back (fuck that shit)
Ella Mai trippin', we do a lot of that (a lot of that)
But it ain't ever 'bout a bitch, we trip to cobble Jack (skrrt)
Ayy, big bands on me, drumline (big bands)
I just let the money talk, don't need no punchline
I like the sunshine so I said, "Fuck the roof" (what is that?)
If you 'bout a bag, holla suu whoop (let's go!)

Hunnid bands (oh, woo), hunnid bands (oh, woo)
Hunnid bands (oh), hunnid bands (oh, hunnid bands)
Ten bands (oh, ten bands) in the right hand (oh, right)
Ten bands (oh, hey) in my left hand (oh, yeah, yeah)

More money (more money), more bitches (more bitches)
More milli's (more milli's), more riches (yeah)
Uno, does, tres, quatro, I got four bitches
And they squatting on that dick like they doin' fitness
Said he looking for me, came through in the drop top (skrrt)
Spent a corner in the dorm, while the opps watch (let's get it)
I'm too rich to go through somethin' about a thot, tho, huh
Feds grabbed you, you back home, oh, you a cop, cop, huh?
This shit serious (this shit serious)
Bad bitch gon' give me brain, she on her period (she on her period)
In the trenches of Dubai, they don't know where he is (where he at?)
Is that a bird, no that's a jet, yeah, there he is (gang)

Hunnid bands (oh, yeah), hunnid bands (oh, yeah)
Hunnid bands (oh, yeah), hunnid bands (oh, hunnid bands)
Ten bands (oh, let's get it) in the right hand (oh, right, woah)
Ten bands (woah, woah) in my left hand

Writers: DIJON ISAIAH MCFARLANE , Robert Rihmeek Williams , Quavious Keyate Marshall , Keenon Daquan Ray Jackson , Shayaa Bin Abraham Joseph

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