text: Yeah
  Black Migo Gang, man
  YSL TJ in this bitch with me, you dig?
  ATL Jacob 
  Count up
  I got them new hundreds 
  I got them new hundreds 
  I got them new hundreds 
  Them old ones in the safe 
  I got them new hundreds 
  I got them new hundreds 
  I got them new hundreds
  Them old ones in the safe 
  I got them blue hundreds 
  But I aint crippin 
  Five thousand dollar outfit, bitch, Im drippin 
  Trap nigga, I put a bed in my kitchen 
  I keep them sticks around me, I aint slippin
  I got stoves in the room but I got beds in the kitchen
  Im charging twenty thousand flat for a remixed chicken
  Just like Infamous and Future, all my fingers be itchin
  For that motherfuckin money, Im a Zone 6 nigga
  Im a Zone 6 hitter, Im a Zone 6 trap star
  Whip the Aston like Nascar, Im a Zone 6 rap star
  Bust them pack, bust them pack, wrap it in saran wrap
  Pip, thats my right hand, we bust down the same sack
  Wrap that money in saran wrap, fuck them rubber bands
  Nigga, I done been in more trouble than Trouble Man
  All that jugg and finesse, didnt work, discovered them
  Black Amigo, Young Scooter, the streets in love with him
  I got them new hundreds 
  I got them new hundreds 
  I got them new hundreds 
  Them old ones in the safe 
  I got them new hundreds 
  I got them new hundreds 
  I got them new hundreds
  Them old ones in the safe 
  I got them blue hundreds 
  But I aint crippin 
  Five thousand dollar outfit, bitch, Im drippin 
  Trap nigga, I put a bed in my kitchen 
  I keep them sticks around me, I aint slippin
  Ayy, dripset, dripset, leave a fuck nigga wet 
  Broke ass nigga penny pinchin, he aint gettin no check 
  Check, check, check, count it up until my fingers hurt
  Get this shit straight out the dirt, she hide the Glock in her purse
  Nigga, whats your net worth? Nigga, whats your net worth?
  All that ice around my neck, a broke bitch better flirt
  Have my young nigga eat your face for nothin, put that on a bird
  Put a bed in the trap, wake up, we gon get to work
  I got them new hundreds 
  I got them new hundreds 
  I got them new hundreds 
  Them old ones in the safe 
  I got them new hundreds 
  I got them new hundreds 
  I got them new hundreds
  Them old ones in the safe 
  I got them blue hundreds 
  But I aint crippin 
  Five thousand dollar outfit, bitch, Im drippin 
  Trap nigga, I put a bed in my kitchen 
  I keep them sticks around me, I aint slippin 
  Spent seventy-five hundred for a coat, Im expensive 
  Im a dripping GOAT , all my clothes super trendy 
  Eliantte gold , I got twenty point lieutenants 
  I cut off my hoes , too much dough, I need distance 
  I got old hundreds , I got new hundreds 
  I got blue hundreds , choppers and thirty pointers 
  Young Scooter got murder money 
  I fuck her and keep her cumming 
  Went to LA and spent a hundred 
  I just got to thank God this Sunday 
  Nigga, Im booked in Spain 
  Get money like putang 
  Want cream like Wu-Tang 
  I made her my boo thang 
  Chanel my shoe strings 
  All-white like cocaine 
  Got an Audemar plain jane 
  Get money my last name 
  I got them new hundreds 
  I got them new hundreds 
  I got them new hundreds 
  Them old ones in the safe 
  I got them new hundreds 
  I got them new hundreds 
  I got them new hundreds
  Them old ones in the safe 
  I got them blue hundreds 
  But I aint crippin 
  Five thousand dollar outfit, bitch, Im drippin 
  Trap nigga, I put a bed in my kitchen 
  I keep them sticks around me, I aint slippin