Cheeze - 100 lyrics

[Intro] I let it fall, my heart And as it fell, you rose to claim it It was dark and I was over Until you kissed my lips and you saved me My hands, they're strong, but my knees were far too weak To stand in your arms without falling to your feet But there's a side to you that I never knew, never knew All the things you'd say, they were never true, never true [Hook] Promise always keep 100 strapped with 100 clips Started from 100 dollars, tryna make 100 Ms Lost 100 n***as, bought about 100 whips Made about 100 visits, sent about 100 flicks 100, 100, 100, 100, 100, 100, 100 100 [Verse 1: Cheeze] Your new mixtape, sour we break up on Put that mac in his face, no make up on Home invasions, your mouth we puttin tape upon Blades through your forehead, no shape up on Yeah, it's Cheeze, I'm the one that get my cakin' on In the kitchen, pie flippin' with my apron on I gotta have patience, but they taking long They ain't got no cool, n***a breakin' on 100 bottles, 100 b**hes 2 O's, 100 Swishers Million dollar dream, blue dream wishes Ice shining, tryna scheme with your misses [Hook] [Verse 2: Chinx Drugz] Took took took the game by surprise, they ain't see us coming See they tracks in the sand, got these s**ers running Fresh off this life from poverty, board that money train Put 100 on your head, you can keep the change I lost 100 n***as, gained zero friends I'm six zeroes in, feel like I never came to win Some call it ungrateful, I call it overdue Double styrofoam cup with that purple juice Leanin', big money schemin' Dump tell stack I said what up, f** 'em, I ain't lettin' up Got the game by the testicals, gun range tested SKs and the 50 Cals, quiet but my j**erly loud My money went from Spud Webb to Manute Bol I'm ballin' hot, these n***as luke cold They don't want the money, that's why they run from it If you a stand up n***a, then keep it 100 [Hook] [Verse 3: French Montana] My n***as put in work, shawty held me down Hustlin paid the bills, karma came around That fast money came, n***a, then I lost touch When it sounds too good, n***a, I never trust it From crabs in the bucket to them lobster tails From the block to trynna get Madonna sales They got keys from west, to hittin Key West Thats a motherf**er, Delonte West Gettin high off moll n***a, f** n***as lame Thats a hundred thou, trynna fix the pain n***as stole our style, trynna switch the game Hoppin' out the shower, throw on a hundred chain