B-Jay Banks - A Hundred Ways

I woke up plotting
Every day I'm thinking bout A Hundred Ways I can put some Dough in my pocket
Say they want it I got it
Might hit a roadblock but I ain't Stopping
Can't fold it won't fit in my wallet
Man I'm one of them ones, they Ask for me
This that go and get the paper bag Money
Told my dog he gotta stash money You can tell when niggas never Had money
I ain't doing no deals when bruh Ask, Cuz he was Ji short last Monday
Long as I'm giving it's all good, but When you tell him no they gone Act funny
Nigga so be it
Ain't with the talking I don't see it
I'd get him popped like an opiate
My thoughts a bit inappropriate
I'm tryna Rush in like Soviets
Why they be talking, but never the First to get to it like niggas get no Dibs
Ain't got a spot for the 4 5th
I'm tryna park it at your crib
Your crib, huh
Boy you done did it I sure did
They ain't want me and the guys There, but we came to fuck up Your whole shit
She almost 30 with no kids
I'm tryna see how much Hoe she is
Ain't tolerating No Hoe shit
Ya know?
I woke up plotting
Every day I'm thinking bout A Hundred Ways I can put some Dough in my pocket
Say they want it I got it
Might hit a roadblock but I ain't Stopping
Can't fold it won't fit in my wallet
What I'm rolling is loud as a Megaphone
She don't wanna be saved then let Her roam
In my jacket the metal Beretta Chrome
Get to clicking this bitch like a Metronome
Been on my grind tryna get a Dollar, I treat the spot like it's a Second home
Told em I just wanna be left alone, But it seem like they need me to Set the tone
I ain't talking to talk, man I mean What I say
And they understand without Rosetta Stone
I tried to cut her off but I couldn't Leave the head alone
I feel like Pac with the Herringbone
I'm Machiavelli, I'm hiding out Way in the sticks
They thought I was dead and gone
Them niggas lookin and staring Wrong
It ain't bout what you say, but you Said it wrong
Man I was just broke as a joke
Tell me why you niggas keep being Funny?
It's not connecting, I remember no Cable
I'm watching UPN 20
I'm from the city, you know how the W B
50 and usually bummy
All the little bitches pretty, but Quick to come use em for money
And that's why I done
Woke up plotting
Every day I'm thinking bout A Hundred Ways I can put some Dough in my pocket
Say they want it I got it
Might hit a roadblock but I ain't Stopping
Can't fold it won't fit in my wallet

Written by:
B. Williams

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