100 or Nun-Kenny Mason/Tony Shhnow

作词 : Edwin Green/Edward Maclin Cooper III/Carrington Wilson 作曲 : Edwin Green/Edward Maclin Cooper III/Carrington Wilson [Intro: Kenny Mason] (COUPE) Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey You don't need none Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey [Verse 1: Kenny Mason] I'm back in the six on nine shit Ride with that pistol on my hip Started to notice your vibe switched Started to notice your side switched Soon as my bank account size did My name ringing bells and you chimed in I'm straight out of Hell with that fire She straight out of Heaven, divine I just fell in love with a bi chick In love with the fact that she like chicks In love with that ass and them thighs, hips, еyes, lips, and way that her mind built I might buy the building for just us just to show you how diffеrent that I'm built 'Cause back when a nigga was ****ed up, you was by me when I couldn't buy shit [Bridge: Kenny Mason] I might ride with my brother to buy zips I might ride with my brother to fire shit I might ride with that cutter to slice shit Whole time you the one on my mind On the side where they makin' them pies flip On the side, every age above nine killed On the side where I gotta keep my eyes peeled You the number one prize in my eyes [Chorus: Kenny Mason] Yeah, yeah, it's a hundred or none Give a **** what a **** nigga say, she the one that I want I got ninety-nine problems, but it's a hundred or none Give a **** what a **** nigga say, she the one that I want [Post-Chorus: Kenny Mason] Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey You don't need nothin' Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey [Verse 2: Tony Shhnow] I think this that one in my dreams Pour Act' on the scene and my jewelry go skeets If you think I'm conceited, you should meet my ***** I enter with two 'cause I don't like to pick I don't care what you say, they both my *****es I might tell a joke, but I can't tell a lie My ***** too conceited, she only know bi It's cold on the street, my dog sleep with that fire If your eyes don't sit wide, then it's slim on this side I'm plug motivation, this street 101 I talk to myself, y'all ain't talking 'bout nothin' I didn't get her number, I know she the one I ain't the jealous type, I let my ***** **** my other ***** I hug the money, she cuddle my wrist Barehanded, been beatin' the block, I got cuts on my fists We shoot with precision, she miss me, but no, I can't miss [Chorus: Kenny Mason] Yeah, yeah, it's a hundred or none Give a **** what a **** nigga say, she the one that I want I got ninety-nine problems, but it's a hundred or none Give a **** what a **** nigga say, she the one that I want [Post-Chorus: Kenny Mason] Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey You don't need none Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey [Outro] (COUPE)