Troy Ave - Hunnid Thousin lyrics

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Troy Ave - Hunnid Thousin lyrics

[Intro: Rico Love] If a n***a hatin' on you, don't stunt on that n***a, stunt on his b**h She the one that's gonna wake up every day and tell him he ain't sh**, and [Verse 1: Rico Love] I might spend a hundred thousand dollars on my b**h tonight When you see me ballin', it's like kryptonite And you ain't even Superman, you ain't even Clark, n***a Hop up out my sh** and leave it runnin', I don't park, n***a Bet they leave my sh** there, bet they leave my sh** there Real n***a and I'm rich, man, that sh** rare Phantom lookin' like a Winnebago All my neighbors think I'm sellin' yayo All these n***as wit' me on the payroll My junior been a millionaire since a day old Might be singin' to yo' b**h but I ain't soft though If you see my crib, you think it's CostCo Cause everything bigger than the regular Don't scream my name, just call me on the cellular [Hook: Rico Love] I might spend a hundred thousand dollars on my b**h tonight I might spend a hundred thousand dollars on my b**h tonight Most these n***as only mad at me cause they broke But if they knew like I knew, they'd be out here gettin' dough So I'mma spend a hundred thousand dollars on my b**h tonight Turn the lights on [Verse 2: Moonie Da Hustla] Hundred thousand dollars on yo' b**h tonight I'll turn a broke b**h rich tonight And this Hublot on my wrist is light With a new foreign, baby, this the life Got money in mattress, n***a, feel millions of a**es, n***a Put yo' b**h [?] and now she on the ma**es, n***a Used to serve that off-white, you was wearing pyrex I was with the plug, I was gettin' it from him direct Dope boy, pull up in that Lamborghini Convoy Even my b**h be ballin' on 'em like a tomboy Ooh, am I smellin' like I'm fresh up out a bank for? Runnin' through this check, boy, like this sh** a cake walk Real talk, just a ghetto n***a in some Thom Browne And you ain't even relevant, calm down Came from the gutter so what you expect? Puttin' supermodels in that [?] [Hook] [Verse 3: Troy Ave] I'mma spend a hundred thousand dollars on my b**h tonight She the same one that made me half a mill so it's aight Baby, here's a Maserati, show it to your folks Don't be shy, tell 'em I got it off the coke Ironically, I'm poppin' too so the money flippin' Lotta luggage tags but we ain't never trippin' f**in' maggot, papers and birthday cake, different flavors They still pourin', you rich by yourself, you ain't need no favors Cause the worst thing is when you got a O You gon' be at your best when you got the dough, you already snow Rollie coke, bezel below, see the goodie glow On the road to success, cashin' like [?] Ain't no easy pa** for us hustlers, it's the life we chose We just takin' it bout our net worth, accomplishing goals It's you on the football but never get the score, buddy Tell me, if they losin', how would they eat pork? They not [Hook]

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