This is a song about "100 dollor bills"

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

I understand they need to go out and pay the bills,

Motherfucker i ain't never broke

100 years ago women couldn't even vote

The chills, the kills, these hundred dolla bills

So here i am at the store for some chips

Everyday counts when you're this far from the bills

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Or just relax in brasil and payed no bills,

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

I have mad skills, i have stacked up mad bills.

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Hospital time and bills that they couldn't afford