HUNDRED$ by GOON DES GARCONS* Lyrics
[Intro: Goon des Garcons]
One hunnid (Huh)
Two hunnid
Bitch I keep it three hunnid (Huh)
[Verse 1: Goon des Garcons]
What you niggas know bout counting dough?
What you niggas know bout blowing smoke?
What you niggas know bout fucking hoes?
From high school they told you "no"
Now a nigga young and getting paid
Stay fucked up that's everyday
Let the mollies go when [?] had these lames taking eighth grade
Mr. Whiskey [?]
It's hard for me to stay lowkey
When everytime I step out it's all black, smell OG
Been screaming: "Fuck police"
Been [?] by the [?]
Been at the top with my niggas just like [?]
Been heard y'all talking, ain't seen no niggas moving, nah
Now that I'm balling, we cool y'all must be stupid, huh
Ex hoes they calling, I swear them bitches foolish but-
I'm lying if I said that ain't the reason I make music, huh
[Bridge: Goon des Garcons]
Roll it up, roll it up, roll it up
Got a pack up in the car
And some Vegas in the trunk
Roll it up, roll it up, roll it up
Good girls in the back, bad girls in the front
Roll it up, roll it up, roll it up
All this money man I think it's time to stunt
Like, like, like, like
All this money man I think it's time to stunt
Like
25 lighters on my dresser, yessir (Hallelujah)
Smoking OG nothing lesser, yessir (Oh my God)
Young God bet I bless her, yessir (Oh my God)
You niggas really need to catch up, yessir (Yeah)
[Hook: Goon des Garcons]
Run it, run it, huh
Counting all these hunnids (Oh my God)
Run it, run it, huh
Counting all these hunnids, huh
Run it, run it, huh
Counting all these hunnids, huh (Yessir)
Run it, run it, huh (Yessir)
Counting all these hunnids, huh
[Verse 2: Goines]
Look
I believe in myself
Y'all need none of my likeness
Fly up, I'm all lonely
Moved to [?]
You are my [?] bitch
Self righteous and I might just
Do shit as I please
We ain't fucked up at your knees
She get back up off her knees
We elude that night life
Work hard to give [?]
Anything goes with the right price
So don't talk shit, beg your pardon
Fuck y'all thought, man I ain't no killer
Shout out to my local neighborhood drug dealer
Rocking that Balmain and that [?]
White hoes want that black in 'em
And she gorgeous, wetter than a muhfucking [?] no lie
So believe when I say when it comes to the [?] that there's she don't try
Just know don't fuck with my money
Don't fuck with my fam
Cause when it comes to this shit
[?] they know who I am
[?] ain't no turning back
My nigga pull up your pants and teach your bitch how to act
I got no patience for waiting
It's get rich or die trying
Bitches and hunnids anything else we don't want it
Cause I
[Hook: Goon des Garcons]
Run it, run it, huh
Counting all these hunnids, huh
Run it, run it, huh
Counting all these hunnids, huh
Run it, run it, huh
Counting all these hunnids, huh
Run it, run it, huh
Counting all these hunnids, huh
[Beat Switch / Transition]
[Verse: Goon des Garcons]
All I wanted was a Bape tee
The kids at school to not hate me
So now I'm out here wilding out
And I ain't even turned 18
You look through my shit
And after them tears you see bout 18
Cause I ain't let no nigga phase
She had that fucking baby
Ain't even give her the maybe
Cause I would rather Mercedes
And all of the finer things that my fucking life never gave me
I was young, I was crazy, I was just trying to get wavy
I'm wondering if you hate or maybe if you forgave me
I don't know, maybe I'm not supposed to be happy
Maybe karma is at me
She tryna reach out and grab me
Or
Maybe you deserve it
[?]
[?]
She saved the last of what she has so you punk ass can eat
And what you do?
I spend it all on a eight and some weed, shit
Fuck
Now what's the difference between you between me, huh?
I don't... I don't even know
One hunnid (Huh)
Two hunnid
Bitch I keep it three hunnid (Huh)
[Verse 1: Goon des Garcons]
What you niggas know bout counting dough?
What you niggas know bout blowing smoke?
What you niggas know bout fucking hoes?
From high school they told you "no"
Now a nigga young and getting paid
Stay fucked up that's everyday
Let the mollies go when [?] had these lames taking eighth grade
Mr. Whiskey [?]
It's hard for me to stay lowkey
When everytime I step out it's all black, smell OG
Been screaming: "Fuck police"
Been [?] by the [?]
Been at the top with my niggas just like [?]
Been heard y'all talking, ain't seen no niggas moving, nah
Now that I'm balling, we cool y'all must be stupid, huh
Ex hoes they calling, I swear them bitches foolish but-
I'm lying if I said that ain't the reason I make music, huh
[Bridge: Goon des Garcons]
Roll it up, roll it up, roll it up
Got a pack up in the car
And some Vegas in the trunk
Roll it up, roll it up, roll it up
Good girls in the back, bad girls in the front
Roll it up, roll it up, roll it up
All this money man I think it's time to stunt
Like, like, like, like
All this money man I think it's time to stunt
Like
25 lighters on my dresser, yessir (Hallelujah)
Smoking OG nothing lesser, yessir (Oh my God)
Young God bet I bless her, yessir (Oh my God)
You niggas really need to catch up, yessir (Yeah)
[Hook: Goon des Garcons]
Run it, run it, huh
Counting all these hunnids (Oh my God)
Run it, run it, huh
Counting all these hunnids, huh
Run it, run it, huh
Counting all these hunnids, huh (Yessir)
Run it, run it, huh (Yessir)
Counting all these hunnids, huh
[Verse 2: Goines]
Look
I believe in myself
Y'all need none of my likeness
Fly up, I'm all lonely
Moved to [?]
You are my [?] bitch
Self righteous and I might just
Do shit as I please
We ain't fucked up at your knees
She get back up off her knees
We elude that night life
Work hard to give [?]
Anything goes with the right price
So don't talk shit, beg your pardon
Fuck y'all thought, man I ain't no killer
Shout out to my local neighborhood drug dealer
Rocking that Balmain and that [?]
White hoes want that black in 'em
And she gorgeous, wetter than a muhfucking [?] no lie
So believe when I say when it comes to the [?] that there's she don't try
Just know don't fuck with my money
Don't fuck with my fam
Cause when it comes to this shit
[?] they know who I am
[?] ain't no turning back
My nigga pull up your pants and teach your bitch how to act
I got no patience for waiting
It's get rich or die trying
Bitches and hunnids anything else we don't want it
Cause I
[Hook: Goon des Garcons]
Run it, run it, huh
Counting all these hunnids, huh
Run it, run it, huh
Counting all these hunnids, huh
Run it, run it, huh
Counting all these hunnids, huh
Run it, run it, huh
Counting all these hunnids, huh
[Beat Switch / Transition]
[Verse: Goon des Garcons]
All I wanted was a Bape tee
The kids at school to not hate me
So now I'm out here wilding out
And I ain't even turned 18
You look through my shit
And after them tears you see bout 18
Cause I ain't let no nigga phase
She had that fucking baby
Ain't even give her the maybe
Cause I would rather Mercedes
And all of the finer things that my fucking life never gave me
I was young, I was crazy, I was just trying to get wavy
I'm wondering if you hate or maybe if you forgave me
I don't know, maybe I'm not supposed to be happy
Maybe karma is at me
She tryna reach out and grab me
Or
Maybe you deserve it
[?]
[?]
She saved the last of what she has so you punk ass can eat
And what you do?
I spend it all on a eight and some weed, shit
Fuck
Now what's the difference between you between me, huh?
I don't... I don't even know