Yung Boy & Yung Rich SwizZle - HunnedPound$AGold lyrics

[Intro: Yung Rich SwizZle] Yeah, turn it up, a little bit louder, man, for us Yeah, yeah, there it is, man Oh yeah the c**aine, c**aine drug, man Yeah, man, we smoking weed all day, man [Hook: Yung Rich] Made a hundred pounds of gold last night Me and YRS just took a f**ing flight Made a hundred pounds of f**ing gold last night Yeah, yeah, me and YRS, yeah, oh my god, oh Taking solo shots, I took a solo shot, for sure Yeah, I f** your b**h, you know what I'm talking bout, oh Me and YRS just made a hundred pounds of gold Made a hundred pounds of gold, gold, gold, gold [Verse 1: Yung Rich SwizZle] Forgiato rims on my Benz, f**ing on a b**h's beamer hood f**ing on her hood in the dirty South, Mike Dean shoutout Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah YRS, YB, out on the f**ing town f**ing a dirty a** b**h in the mouth Balling all day, dunking on a b**h p**y n***as all day, dunking on them like Kyrie Irving Crossover, step-back, fadeaway jumpshot [Verse 2: Yung Boy] Got gold coming off my head Bold motherf**ing making some bread Got six hundred b**hes waiting in line for me I just told em no, no, no, no, no, no, no-no-no No-no-no, no, no-no-no, no, no-no-no, no No, no-no-no, no, no, no-no-no, no-no-no, no-no-no, no, no No, no-no-no, no, no-no-no, no, no-no-no, no-no-no-no-no No-no-no-no-no, no-no-no, no-no-no-no-no No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no Yeah the security guards just told me and YRS That these b**hes are trying to come and have some s** And we said we don't f** with a broke b**h Yeah I pull out my stick and I say "hey b**h, here's my stick" I'ma pop your a** with it, you know I feel like Casper, b**h Cause I'm a motherf**ing ghost in this sh** Pop that sh** like a ghost in this b**h And I pull out the Phantom and I f** on a b**h And she wants to get the 360 wrist gang And I told her "hell no", I pull out this thing And I pull out this thing and I go bang, bang Yeah, I never really gave a f** Pull the strap out the back of the Cadillac like "what?" Hey, it's a stick-up on a re-up, it's a re-up stick-up Got a b**h on my back like a bumper sticker, aye Got a b**h who be f**ing with you, aye YRS just bought a crib, aye I just took my Forgiato rims off of YRS's car and I put them on mine He ain't gave a f** cause he know we could both afford another pair like nothing, aye Yeah, I just bought some Margiela Yeah, I just bought some Margiela [Verse 3: Yung Rich SwizZle] Feeling too warm, so I had to put some ice on Ice in my chain and in my iPhone IPhone 6, gold watch for my b**h IPhone 6, gold watch for my dick, slap you in the face Call you a hoe and put it in your mouth f** her from behind and I'll f** her in her ear Call that sh** an "earjob" cause that's what it is It's my job to f** her in the ear hole, watching NBA on TNT Jump man, jump boy, jump boy, jump b**h Jump on my dick, b**h, just like a hooker Got a piece in my iPhone, got a piece in my pants Pull my Glock out, bang, bang, chain gang, it's the same thing as a bang, bang Bang, bang, Glock, Glock, [?] Yeah, yeah, *snorting* Yeah, yeah, c**aine pills, c**aine drink, lean, lean, lean [Hook]