Countin' 100's

[Produced by DJ Pain] [Intro] I ain't never had shit. I don't know why niggas hating' on me cause I got something' They weren't here when i had nothing You won't want me hating if you had some thin' [Hook] Fell asleep countin 20's, woke up countin' 100's Thinkin' bout them old days when I wasn't countin' nothin' Don't talk about it, you talk about it, we are about it I see muggin' at these forgienrs when we hop up at them You might catch me out of town rockin' crowds wildin' All my block walkin' round with a lot of thousands Fell asleep countin 20's, woke up countin' 100's Thinkin' bout them old days when I wasn't countin' nothin' [Verse 1] When you call my phone for verses, I need 50 hundreds I can't take no shorts or nothing, I feel like I'm hustlin' I'm from the streets, my whip from Tokyo, my tec from Russia My shorty's off them hitters bustin', be so quick to bust ya We VIP, don't show ID, slide in all the poles through me I'm a self-made boss, no employees, everything gotta go through me Killers around me, every nigga you seen been day one niggas around me Broke niggas can't sit around me, fuck niggas don't sit around me Used to leave school, go straight to the block I'm about to buy a watch for the time I used to waste on the block And I just bought a Glock for niggas try to hate and what not Send hollow tips right through his shirt And that's picks on the lot And why you hatin', cause I talk bout what I got, I ain't braggin' Niggas know I grindin' to the top and I'm still grinding It's shinin' like my diamonds Benji's, Grants, and Jacksons Fuckin' drop your bitch off, you could trick off me, I'm stackin' [Hook] [Verse 2] Last summer man I ran through like 800 hundreds Almostly nothin' so this summer just watch how I'm coming Ran through at least twenty with the game and that's on Roc In the game every day the shit the same, it never stop I buy 30s glizzies for the block but all my homies getting guap They hustlin' [?] our block [?] We don't even let 'em get off no shot [?] Smokin' dope, still turn up the spot Started from the bottom, not a dollar I remember Roaches in the kitchen nigga, no heat in December nigga Livin' with my granny, mother, sister, aunty, and her children All apartment buildings nigga, I don't think you know the feeling But this money don't mean shit to me Never let the fame or no bitches get to me And every time I breathe, I keep smellin' victory Countin' 20's til I sleep like I'm sippin' [?], nigga [Hook]