100's in my draws - nina macc lyrics
[verse 1: nina macc]
i bet you never met a boss b*tch like me
switch occupations like manolos into nikes
lil s*xy, lil sweet, lil x*rated freak
that get it popping like the gats that start a track meet
i know i’m looking like i should be on a cover
but the only one i’m thinking of is forbes motherf*cker
tuck your wallet, hit a l!ck like a sucker
riding beats like a trucker, got jams like the rucker
i’m a hustler and you know it, got the money better show it
break a whole lounge like a spoken word poet
something like a tailor, rip sh*t but never sew it
break a trick down and he ain’t even f*cking know it
i’m on my job, i’m on my motherf*cking j*o*b
cause being broke ain’t never ever been ok with me
so when i wake up in the morning nothing troubles me
and when you spell my name it’s macc with the double c
[chorus: nina macc]
hundreds in my draws, g’s in the bra
you know i trap with a passion, i’m living nasty i’m raw
steady stacking at a fast rate now i’m in this rap lane
hustle ’til the morn’ i f*cked this money ’til the cash came
[verse 2: nina macc]
alize wishes and champagne dreams
the only b*tch you know to move them decimals with ease
west coast royalty i get ’em on they knees
they all bow down to me ’cause i give ’em what they need
oceanside’s finest you gon’ see me in designer sh*t
secret circus jeans, yeah i got diamonds on the back of this
as i sit in my whip thinking how to stack a grip
came up with this rhyme and hit the studio to lay this hit
lay this hit, play this hit
djs hit the club and pay me just to get my latest sh*t
double duty, spin my records shake my booty
get the cash, get the cam i might turn this to a movie
and win a d*mn oscar, i’m no impostor
a goodfellas b*tch that’s getting made like a mobster
frankenstein money, getting paid like a monster
made the first string, i see my name on the roster
[chorus: nina macc]
hundreds in my draws, g’s in the bra
you know i trap with a passion, i’m living nasty i’m raw
steady stacking at a fast rate now i’m in this rap lane
hustle ’til the morn’ i f*cked this money ’til the cash came
[verse 3: nina macc]
this for my hustlers out there gettin’ it gettin’ it
i see you stacking tall out there yall and that’s the sh*t
this for my n*ggas out there trickin’ it trickin’ it
keep throwing money at me baby, i’ma take the sh*t
this for my dancers out there dippin’ it dippin’ it
just keep that arch up in your back ensure a hard d*ck
these are the memoirs of a boss b*tch, a boss b*tch
out here in cali on the west where the sun sets
[chorus: nina macc]
hundreds in my draws, g’s in the bra
you know i trap with a passion, i’m living nasty i’m raw
steady stacking at a fast rate now i’m in this rap lane
hustle ’til the morn’ i f*cked this money ’til the cash came
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