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[Chorus: Tracy T]
Started with 16, n*gga
Now I've got a hundred P's, n*gga
Migo came and drop the ton, b*tch
Made the profit, gave it to my mom

[Verse 1: Tracy T]
Migo came and drop the ton
n*gga I got a lot of ones
Lot of twenties, lot of fifties, lot of hundreds, lot of guns
Started started started started, with an L bow
Thank thank thank God for the truck loads
Pockets only going crazy like wow n*gga
I got platinum like my jewelry f*ck em gold digger
Wow wow wow wow , Quarters used to sack 'em up
Zips I used to sack 'em up, now the driver backin' up
Bad b*tch she bustin' bells weight on the scale and bag em up
n*gga try to rob, I gave 'em hell, the choppa backed him up
Bang bang bang bang! Just another toe tag
Wow wow wow wow Got it all up off a bag

[Chorus: Tracy T]
Started with 16, n*gga
Now I've got a hundred P's, n*gga
Migo came and drop the ton, b*tch
Made the profit, gave it to my mom
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Started with a 16, now I've got a hundred P's
I was dead broke, i used to pray to get a hundred ki's
Posted on the corner, ounce of coke in my dungarees
Watchin for the [?] tryna sting us like bumblebees
Leanin' off that pro-meth
Hundred bands ain't no sweat
Go and tell a hommie n*gga, f*ck your plug
f*ck your body you ain't got no check
Cause my n*ggas ball
Ball like there ain't no ref
And these n*ggas flat tops, blow my whistles
Call for a pound though it ain't no text
So it ain't no shop
Brand new coupe with a see through roof
But it ain't no drop
Hold up
There ain't no drop with a see through roof?
So there ain't no top
Cause i've got panoramic views
Put your men up on the news
And i put you up in a hearse
And leave your family with the blues, n*gga

[Chorus: Tracy T]
Started with 16, n*gga
Now I've got a hundred P's, n*gga
Migo came and drop the ton, b*tch
Made the profit, gave it to my mom
[Verse 3: Tracy T]
Hol up hol up hol up hol up what’s you doing n*gga?
Whole thing for 33, that's Patrick Ewing n*gga
Same b*tches that ain’t laugh when I told a joke
Now I can talk a hundred thousand out they pus*y ho
I slamp dunk it with my migo, throw that alley-oop
30 footer I can show a n*gga how to shoot
Yeah they talking 'bout who is T? But who the f*ck is you?
Thousand dollar suit, thousand thousand dollar shoes
I gave my mom all of the profit n*gga
Next trip I bought some diamonds clear as vodka n*gga
Vacheron, gold Rollie or an A.P
Started with a pound now i gotta thousand p's

[Chorus: Tracy T]
Started with 16, n*gga
Now I've got a hundred P's, n*gga
Migo came and drop the ton, b*tch
Made the profit, gave it to my mom