Yo Gotti and DJ Drama - 1st Hunnid Bands

(Dee, you poppin' your shit, nigga)
My first hundred bands
Thank the hood for my first hundred grand (for motivational purposes only)
Was runnin' plays for my first hundred bands
Let's thank the J's for my first hundred grand (I showed you so)

My first hundred grand, thought I was a millionaire
My first hundred P's in the whip, can barely fit in there (woo)
Ten stacks of tens stacked in rubber bands (bands)
Fives, tens, and twenties, my first hundred grand (grand)

I grew up with nothin' (nothin'), watched my mama suffer (damn)
Idolized my father (my father), looked up to my brother (brother)
Both of them were hustlers (hustlers), both of them were gangsters (gangster)
Grandview Elementary, in sixth grade, I had a banger (what I do, pow)
Always had a problem (problem), couldn't deal with my anger (couldn't deal with my anger)
Never talk 'round bitches (shh), never spoke 'round strangers (quiet)
I wanted to get money, somehow I ended up famous (how?)
But God know, my first hundred thousand came from slinging (yeah)
Lord knows, I never been a pussy nigga, ain't I?
My favorite room in the house the kitchen
Never goin' broke 'bout no bitches (never)
It's a difference 'tween gettin' money and trickin'
A hundred K on my missus
It's a difference when you playin' with a hundred million

My first hundred grand (grand), thought I was a millionaire (I am)
My first hundred P's (hundred P's) in the whip, can barely fit in there (woo)
Ten stacks of tens stacked in rubber bands (that's a hundred)
Fives, tens, and twenties, my first hundred grand (a hundred)
My first hundred grand (hundred) thought I was a millionaire
My first hundred P's in the whip, can barely fit in there (woo)
Ten stacks of tens stacked in rubber bands (that's a huncho)
Fives, tens, and twenties, my first hundred grand (yeah)

Started with an ounce (oz), better yet, a half (half)
Nigga, I'm talkin' fourteen grams still in the bag (plastic)
Four O's in a split (split), it's one twenty-five (woo)
That's a half a quarter (quarter), I pay twenty-five (cash)
Now I got a nine (nine), that's a quarter ki' (ki')
I feel like the plug (I am), you can buy it off of me
Got a half a chicken (a chicken), got fronted a half a chicken (give me that)
Now I got a brick (a what?) standin' in the kitchen (woo)
Microwave tricks, niggas showed my how to whip it (whip it)
Summertime, I ran up a cool quarter ticket
I ain't fuck it up (what I do?), Re'd up, flipped it (what I do?)
Re'd up, flipped it (flipped it), re'd up, flipped it (flipped it)

My first hundred grand (grand), thought I was a millionaire (I am)
My first hundred P's in the whip, can barely fit in there (woo)
Ten stacks of tens stacked in rubber bands
Fives, tens, and twenties, my first hundred grand
My first hundred grand, thought I was a millionaire (I am)
My first hundred P's in the whip, can barely fit in there
Ten stacks of tens stacked in rubber bands (that's a huncho)
Fives, tens, and twenties, my first hundred grand (yeah)

(Gangsta Grillz, Dee, you poppin' your shit, nigga)
Hunnid grand or more these days for me to talk that shit on your mixtape
And that's just pocket money

Written by:
Darius Henry, Mario Mims, Viktor Sudobin

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