100 Bands (Lyrics):

Whoop, woo
Ya already know right?
Mustard on the beat, hoe
Let’s go

Hunnid bands (Woo), hunnid bands (Woo)
Hunnid bands, hunnid bands (Hunnid bands)
Ten bands (Ten bands) in the right hand (Right)
Ten bands (Woo) in my left hand (Let’s go)

Make her best friend (Woo) be her hype man (Hype man)
You keep going big (Woo) she wanna fight, damn (Going big)
Bad bi*ches in my city catching flights, damn (Bad)
Popping big bands when they hit the lights, damn (Cash)
I pull down on your city
In your city, they fu*k with me (City)
And these bi*ches fu*king with me
‘Cause I represent my city (fu*k with me)
In the kitchen, you can witness
All this cash that we gettin’ (Whoop)
If you started, we gon’ finish
Whole gang with the bidness (Here we go, bow)

Hunnid bands (Woo), hunnid bands (Woo)
Hunnid bands, hunnid bands (Hunnid bands)
Ten bands (Ten bands) in the right hand (Right)
Ten bands (Woo) in my left hand (Here we go)

What’s a hunnid racks? I throw it real quick (Straight up)
Thought it was a limp, this way this stripper do a split
One nine four two, get the bad bi*ches lit (On god)
New Chanel purse, every time she throw a fit (Straight up)
Drop it to the floor, make your knees touch your toes (21!)
I’m on group facetime, me and all my hoes (On god)
You can send me nudes, on my mom I won’t expose (Straight up)
Have back sweet, I’ma pass her to my bros
Fake kick, I’ma let my brother catch the two point
bi*ches like singles, Savage always got a new joint
Thought he was a gangster, but he snitching yeah, oink, oink
Work too hard bi*ch, you can’t get a coin, coin (21!)

Hunnid bands (Woo, 21!), hunnid bands (Woo, 21!)
Hunnid bands, hunnid bands (Straight up, hunnid bands)
Ten bands (Straight up) in the right hand (Right, 4Hunnid!)
Ten bands (Hey) in my left hand (On god)

Santa Claus bag, hoe sit up on you (Hoe sit)
Suge Knight bag, had the shooters get up on you (Flip)
You see the red Lamborghini as I hit the corner (Hit the corner)
YG got his sh*t together, he a business owner (Oh, oh)
Popping tags, shopping bags, nig*a I gotta brag (Gotta brag)
The wise said don’t fit, I ain’t even take it back (fu*k that sh*t)
LMA trippin’, we do a lot of that (A lot of that)
But it ain’t ever ’bout a bi*ch, we trip to cobble Jack (Skrrt, ayy)
Big bands on me drumline (Big bands)
I just let the money talk, don’t need no punchline
I like the sunshine so I said fu*k the rules (What is that?)
If you ’bout a bag, holla suu whoop (Let’s go!)

Hunnid bands (Woo), hunnid bands (Woo)
Hunnid bands, hunnid bands (Hunnid bands)
Ten bands (Ten bands) in the right hand (Right)
Ten bands (Hey) in my left hand (Here we go)

More money (More money), more bi*ches (More bi*ches)
More milli’s (More milli’s), more riches (Yeah)
Uno, does, tres, quatro, I got four bi*ches
And they squatting on that di*k like they doin’ fitness
Said he looking for me, came through in the drop top (Skrrt)
Spent a corner in the dorm, while the eyes watch (Let’s get it)
I’m too rich to go through somethin’ about a thot, thot (Huh)
Feds grabbed you, you back home, are you a cop, cop (Huh)
This sh*t serious (This sh*t serious)
Bad bi*ch gon’ give me brain, she on her period (She on her period)
In the trenches, I drove by, they don’t know where he is (Where ya at?)
Is that a bird, no that’s a jet, yeah, there he is (Gat)

Hunnid bands (Woo), hunnid bands (Woo)
Hunnid bands, hunnid bands (Hunnid bands)
Ten bands (Ten bands) in the right hand (Right)
Ten bands (Hey) in my left hand


By: Mustard ft. YG, Meek Mill, Quavo & 21 Savage
Released: May 10, 2019
Label: Summers Record