text: A hunnid years from now we gon all be dead, all be dead
  All be dead, so tonight, bitch, I might as well get head
  I got a tan line, I wear my fuckin Rollie so much
  Lil bitch, you think you somethin, but I find you in the gutter
  Kinda want it, bought it with the money, oh look
  With your girl you dont fuck, I can tell you wanna fuck her
  Count a hunnid bands, watch it swerve on the street 
  Count a hunnid bands, will I know? No, not me 
  An I got a hunnid-thousand in my motherfuckin bag
  Pull up Saint Laurent and I put it on the jet 
  Motherfuckin jet, drop the top on a Bent
  Pull up to the fuckin club and Im smackin on your bitch 
  Lil mama gon suck me up
  Hell, mama, cause we your season 
  Now I got shawty on my...
  Yeah, I left her for no reason
  Leon DeChino gon fuck on your bitch
  I just dont remember nothing when I wake
  I just put forty-thousand on my wrist
  I just be like Im a man on a mission 
  Got a rattlesnake, keep it hissin 
  And I hold it now with no reason 
  I got a tan line, I wear my fuckin Rollie so much
  Lil bitch, you think you somethin, but I find you in the gutter
  Kinda want it, bought it with the money, oh look
  With your girl you dont fuck, I can tell you wanna fuck her
  A hunnid years from now we gon all be dead, all be dead
  All be dead, so tonight, bitch, I might as well get head
  A hunnid years from now, we gon all be dead, all be dead 
  So tonight, I might as well get head
  And you talkin that shit for no reason
  When you know you comin home this evenin
  Why you wanna come and play with my emotions?
  When you know you should be going through the motions
  We dont got no time to waste, whoa-oa-oa
  This is not the time or place, oh-oh-ohhh
  This the shit that make you wanna wow 
  And I really think Im on that king shit
  Make you wanna bow down 
  Ooh, Im feelin like I lost it now
  Got me runnin like a faucet now
  Tell em theres a new boss in town
  Girl, Im feelin like Im lost and found
  Cause Im so up and down
  Count a hunnid bands, watch it swerve on the street 
  Count a hunnid bands, will I know? No, not me
  A hunnid years from now we gon all be dead, all be dead 
  All be dead, so tonight, bitch, I might as well get head
  A hunnid years from now we gon all be dead, all be dead 
  So tonight, I might as well get head