Put 100 Up lyrics

[Intro]
(It's a Wayne beat)
sh*t
I just got done countin' a hundred thousand dollars all cash, man
And it ain't take long (f*ck the fire, we got grease)

[Verse]
Count a hundred thousand, it don't take long
Coochie Man superhero, put my cape on
I know a real n*gga that wear fake clothes
And I don't have money wars 'cause my pape' long
Got a new light-skin b*tch, that's my favorite person
I had to quit my job 'cause I hate workin'
I like hundreds, twenty cool, but it take longer
To count the money up, I put a hundred up
And then put a hundred up, and put a hundred up
Then put two more hundrеd up, now I'm five hundred up
I left my hеart in my hood, you know I love the Buck
I'm the real Coochie Man, you know I love to f*ck
I love havin' sex, I love gettin' neck
This b*tch keep squirtin', I thought she pee'd in the bed
I thought about a billion dollars, it was in my head
Your b*tch came to my house, she was in my bed
He didn't know what happened, he shoulda knew what happened
Why you ain't think I hit her? Shoulda knew I smacked her
He had his fitted down too low, that's how I know he cappin'
I made a some cash to appear for nothin', that's how I know it's magic
Always got some dogsh*t, that's how you know I'm stackin'
I don't never lose, that's how you know I'm hackin'
She let me f*ck the first day, that's how I know she nasty
And I don't mean the bad nasty, I mean freaky nasty
She let her friend spend the night, I seen her creepin' past me
But I knew it was her, 'cause I seen her jacket
My b*tch think I f*cked, she shoulda knew what happened
Should know what happened, I let you know what happened
She tap my leg and told me, "Jay, come in the other room"
That's my brother room, but I got another room
I took her to the other room, not the other room
I got six rooms, I got big rooms
I don't just beat her doonies down, I got six moves
I got The Punisher, I got Pick-up Slam
I got allot moves
I ain't gon' lie, I hit your friend, she swallow too
That mean she suck di*k
I got a b*tch from Beecher, that's my Buck b*tch
n*gga, you ain't hard, get off that tough sh*t
'Fore you get smoked
b*tch coochie wet as f*ck, I need a big boat
I got on big clothes, I got on big jeans
Ayy, I feel like Michael Jordan, I got six rings
I was just fifteen, that's ten years ago
This n*gga mad his b*tch f*cked me, he tried to kill the ho
This n*gga banned from Saks Fifth, he tried to steal a coat
This n*gga standin' with his b*tch, finna steal his ho, she mine now
I know a b*tch was butt-ugly, she fine now
Now I remember it was rainin', but it shine now
It's my time now, pass me the ball
Took a step off the building blind-fold, I seen people fall