1st Hunnid Bands (Explicit)

1st Hunnid Bands (Explicit) - Yo Gotti/DJ Drama

Lyrics by：Mario Mims/Darius Henry/Viktor Sudobin

Poppin' your **** nigga

My first hundred bands

Thank the hood

For motivational purposes only

Purposes only

Was runnin' plays for my first hundred bands

Let's thank the J's for my first hundred grand

My first hundred grand thought

I was a millionaire

My first hundred p's in the whip

Can barely fit in there woo gangsta

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 father

Looked up to my brother brother

Both of them were hustlers hustlers

Both of them were gangsters

Gangster gangsta

Grandview elementary in sixth grade

I had a banger pow

Always had a problem problem

Couldn't deal with my anger

Couldn't deal with my anger

Never talk 'round ******* 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 slingling yeah

Lord knows I never been a p***y nigga ain't I

My favorite room in the house the kitchen

Never goin' broke 'bout no ******* never

It's a difference 'tween gettin' money and trickin'

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

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

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 **** 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

Gangsta grizzilz grizzilz

Hundred grand or more these days for me

To talk that **** on your mixtape

On your mixtape

And that's just pocket money pocket money