Damn, I just spent a hundred grand
Them fuck niggas don't understand
You ain't gettin' money, what's your plan
I'm feelin' like the fuckin' man
Damn, I just spent a hundred grand

Them fuck niggas don't understand

You ain't gettin' money, what's your plan

I'm feelin' like the fuckin' man



Knew I'd be the man one day

Knew I'd be the, knew I'd be the man one day (booya)

VIP with a flock of Kelly Bundys

All callin' me daddy like my son say

Wizzy, what the tweak be? (what the tweak be?)

All mamas that KK got me sleepy

NWA, I'm easy

Got these bitches sayin' “Yeah” like Jeezy



My clique is heavy, my weed is smelly

Big crib don't need a telly

I ride with them real goons with machine guns, don't need a Kelly

Talkin' shit but we turnt up too

Drunk as hell, that's what turnt up do

Talkin' pounds we done smoked them too

Talkin' millions we aren't the few

Talkin' champagne they brought it through

Hundred million they rep my gang



Goin' fast when I'm in my lane

Diamond, Taylor, that be my gang

Smoked it up, you don't smoke enough

Boy you sweet, you so coconut

Weed is loud, get close enough

Shit get sticky on purple stuff



Damn, I just spent a hundred grand

Them fuck niggas don't understand

You ain't gettin' money, what's your plan

I'm feelin' like the fuckin' man



Damn, I just spent a hundred grand

Them fuck niggas don't understand

You ain't gettin' money, what's your plan

I'm feelin' like the fuckin' man



Met a lil' chick on Melrose

Hopped out in them shell-toes

Need more room for my elbows

I dropped the bomb and then hell rose

These hoes be actin' up

These niggas be lettin' ‘em

Shawty rollin' them veggies up

That's more rolls at the courtyard

Take it to the Marriott

Watch a nigga paint, Basquiat

(Bought my own crib, so I'm growin' pot

Got my own water, so I bought a yacht)

Y'all niggas complacent

From walk town to that basement

To the top floor that's so spacious

At the Westin, just restin'



Me, J.R., and Wiz go back like rentals

Gettin' money watchin' for the wenchels

Chains got to write like pencils

Got magazines for them issues

We on one, you damn right

Pants small but them bands right

She ain't gay but she playin' dyke

I'm no plumb' but I'm layin' pipe

Like what



Nigga bout to take this shot

Nigga really gettin' this bread

Niggas say they ballin' but they not

Smokin weed, livin' in the air

I grind so I'm getting what I got, ooh

I go hard and these fuck niggas, man they ain't got a clue, ooh



Damn, I just spent a hundred grand

Them fuck niggas don't understand

You ain't gettin' money, what's your plan

I'm feelin' like the fuckin' man



Damn, I just spent a hundred grand

Them fuck niggas don't understand

You ain't gettin' money, what's your plan

I'm feelin' like the fuckin' man



So much chiefin' and sippin' that mud

Niggas think I am the plug

Crank in the club while you makin' it rain, Juicy J he be makin' it flood

Fuck it man I threw it all

She assed out never no drawers

That shit be good I would pass her the sack, bitch I'm like Santa Claus

Flippin' money and smokin' weight

Make a mess I'm holdin' cake

Nigga I take yo bitch nigga

That's the reason why you love to hate

I buy Louis just to meditate

Kush bags just to medicate

I'm just tryna levitate

Hit the mall and blow a whip

Hundred k I double dip

Turn around and double it

Nigga I supply the hood

Got plastics filled with benjamins

Juicy J I'm gettin' that purp, work

Pockets never hurt

If I fall off (nope), the trap where I revert



Damn I just spent a hundred grand