100 Yard Dash - Young Dro, Xtaci

All we make is cash, straight drop blast

Niggas try to jack it, then straight drop dash

Trunk on blast, now the cars go fast

Chopper make a nigga do a 100 yard dash

Ima Bankhead veteran, got 'em takin' Excedrin (my head hurt)

Suckas call me a bitch when they saw me on David Letterman (the fuck?)

Ride around severin', off the heads of my brethren

Man this gangsta bitch been on pause all ever since (it's a pause),

I was young was never sent

Now I’m in a yellow Bent, thought the shit was lame, that’s why I ain’t go and

get the yellow tint (young dro)

Tell 'em Kent, we ride Phantoms supplyin' efforts

Body full of reptile, camels and fine pampers

Shine upper, fox fur, submarine box fur

Kill a nigga ass sometime they call me clockster

Lightskin Mossberg, nothin' black with the chrome rim

26 down is the black back with the chrome front

All we make is cash, straight drop blast

Niggas try to jack it, then straight drop dash

Trunk on blast, now the cars go fast

Chopper make a nigga do a 100 yard dash

Brass code astro, big shit mint in the van, dead fresh nigga playin' Polo

Castro, give em what they ask fo' (what)

Twenty thousand in Saks, stand on the trap top see the damn task force (where

you at nigga)

Come back in a black Porsche (with who?), me and Bola, it’s Xtaci time when the

Sunshine, it’s over

White corner, systems symmetric forces success survey no choice of aggressive

My broads work on Giuseppes at night, Marc Jacob in a maple Masserati, I’m rich,

nothin' to do, so I’m takin' up karate (waa)

And I’m takin' up my body like an NFL quarterback, Michael Vick shit,

I know how to bring a quarter back

All we make is cash, straight drop blast

Niggas try to jack it, then straight drop dash

Trunk on blast, now the cars go fast

Chopper make a nigga do a 100 yard dash

Bitch please, shawty I know you ain’t got these

Ferragamo’s on my face and some Juicy Couture jeans

Bitch I’m ballin' with some folks who be lettin' they shoulder lean (shoulder

lean)

Know them grills gon bling and them banks go ching (listen)

Ima queen, five karat ring, see through blouse and my nipples ain’t seen

Aye look, everybody know that I’m quick to beat a hoe ass (bitch you already

know)

In a quick flash, make them bitches sick a flow fast

Droptop in the other seat, I got plenty cash

Always first class, bitch I was made to last

We were on rags, still stuntin' with a Coach bag

Young fly bitches like to ride when the beat blast

All we make is cash, straight drop blast

Niggas try to jack it, then straight drop dash

Trunk on blast, now the cars go fast

Chopper make a nigga do a 100 yard dash