Hundred Smackeronies

Yo Cochise, a weh dem a seh?
Yeah, yeah
Ive been runnin to the racks, no way, oh (Nah, I got yall fools this time), yeah
Heard these n!ggas talkin , no eight, yeah
I be getting caps, no saicin
I be coming in no place, look (Carlos is here, bullet)
Getting money, I might do it everyday (Yeah, yeah), yeah
Call me Mr. Carter, make me play, uh-huh, yeah
Ima shoot up on em, like Im Klay, uh-huh
Yoplait, uh-uh, no way, uh-huh (Oh wait)
Yeah, Im gettin to the money, I know, I know they hatin
Cookin on these n!ggas like Im, Im cooking bacon
I know that he stuntin, but I, I know he fakin
Kola champagne with the jerk, Im Jamaican
Im not fly, Im playin, Im just sayin
Stop the hatin, you not famous
Hold up, whats your name is? Pull up like an agent
Money Super Saiyan, pull up and Im bakin (Hit it)
Money comin through and thats a rack, oh (Thats a rack)
I be getting money, never lack, oh (I never lack)
N!gga talking crazy, leave me blank, oh (Leave me blank, oh)
Ima get the choppa, bring it back, oh (Bring it back, oh)
Getting money, you could never get it back, oh (Get it back)
Yeah, tell that boy to get my money back, oh
And my money coming through and its attached, oh
I been running to the money , yeah, the racks, oh
N!ggas talkin crazy, let me back up (Let me back)
But n!gga bapanapa, n!gga I got my racks up (Got myracks)
Getting this money, I ran it through with the Ricks
And when I pull up to the function they runnin round like they cats
Im getting money when its sunny, Im telling you to relax
Her booty shaped like a apple, aint talking no Mac
Booty so big I need a whole map, yeah
Pull up to your crib, Im taking all that, uh
Give me that, that (Hit it), that, and that
I done had to tell her I really dont do marriage (Yeah, yeah)
I be goin wheel, I aint talkin bout a Ferris (Bout a Ferris)
I be getting money, why yall n!ggas so embarrassed? (So embarrassed)
I be getting money, all my n!ggas out in Paris
Drip on my body and you know its from the rarest
Aint nothin wrong with you livin with your parents
Posted on a strip and they thought I was a terrorist
Back from the strip, get the money just to double up, uh, yeah (Double up)
I be getting money, yeah, and it doubled up, uh, yeah (It doubled up, yeah)
Booty gettin big, just like a Tonka truck, uh, yeah
Back it up, baby, like a dump truck, uh , yeah (Like a dump truck)
N!ggas talkin crazy, then we bun him up, uh, yeah (Then we bun him up)
Choppa with the bricks, they finna bun him up, uh, yeah
Choppa hit his head, look like he hit em up (Look like he hit em up)
Now lemme end my verse