[Intro: Tory Lanez]
Those n***as got bread
But it ain't like mine
Hundred bands on you
Hundred bands on you

[Verse 1: Syph]
We top down in the summer time
Take flight when it gets cold
I put it down like H-town 'cause my cup full and I sip slow
All I see is this money, n***a
Can’t see a hater, got tunnel vision
Racks, all my true allegiance
Ballin' on 'em is my prescription
I’m about to throw up and grow on this shawty
Her boyfriend a broke n***a but she think he ballin'
Bands'll make her dance so I throw it up
Hundred grand on the floor make you throw up
Nu Money-Money Gang make you know us
In a drop top Mazi doin' donuts
Know us, got my Louis shades on but I can see the money
And that white girl, she keep it comin'
Red bottoms and gold bottles, Louis XIII, that’s sneaker money
I put her on game but she breathe the money
But the game is meant to be sold
Make a n***a wanna spend a hundred bands, it's magic on that pole
[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
He ain't got no time, baby girl, I got
Bunch of money on me, I got them bands
Baby girl you want come fuck with me
I'm in my section, baby girl, look sexy
When you fuck with me I got them things
And it ain't no stressin', and it ain't no stressin'
I might spend a hundred bands on you
Like it ain't no conversation 'cause it ain't no time for waiting
Oh no, I got them hundred bands on you
'Cause it ain't no time
Them n***as got bread, but it ain't like mine
But it ain't like mine, but it ain't like mine
Them n***as got bread, but it ain't like mine
Hundred bands on you, hundred bands on you

[Verse 2: Syph]
Now all she want is a real n***a 'cause she tired of all them broke n***as
20 G's on her chinchilla, my money new, it couldn't get better
Them hoes watch, you a trendsetter, bitch bad, she a fashion killer
Head to toe in designer clothes, I got time for money, ain't got time for hoes
Bankroll after bankroll
She got time, then I got a plan
Scenery you could Instagram
You ain't taking flights, you need a better man
That pussy good I go dumb on it
Plus you keepin' it 100
Summer time we 650 winter time we 700
We gon' ball until we fall out
Buy some Dom P and pour it all out
Me and my n***as go all out
Got a hundred bad bitches like a doghouse
[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
He ain't got no time, baby girl, I got
Bunch of money on me, I got them bands
Baby girl you want come fuck with me
I'm in my section, baby girl, look sexy
When you fuck with me I got them things
And it ain't no stressin', and it ain't no stressin'
I might spend a hundred bands on you
Like it ain't no conversation 'cause it ain't no time for waiting
Oh no, I got them hundred bands on you
'Cause it ain't no time
Them n***as got bread, but it ain't like mine
But it ain't like mine, but it ain't like mine
Them n***as got bread, but it ain't like mine
Hundred bands on you, hundred bands on you