300 Flows Lyrics

Aye

I got 300 flows

I got 200 hoes

I got hundreds on hundreds

Ain't no way I'm goin' broke (nah)

Gasoline's what I smoke (gas)

Pure cocaine's what I cook

Now the fiends at my door

Lookin' like they had stroke (woo)

Sippin' lean got me soaked (uh)

She a 10 gimme throat (what)

Double Gs on the coat (shesh)

The farmer said I'm the goat

So fly I just float

Check the brand on my clothes

Yeah I'm ballin fuck a coach

Yung hustla take notes

Aye

Ak47 chillin' in my closet (boom, boom, boom!)

Run up on me put your body in the casket

Oh he got money imma run that nigga wallet (skrrt)

No popo but you know that imma cop it (what)

Snow coco and you know that she gon' snort it (shhh)

Ridin' solo but you know I keep a chopstick (grah)

Big bro told me if I need him he gon' pop shit (ah)

To the top where we goin' you won't stop shit (Chea)

Yung hustla call me yung money getter (money getter)

I told my shawty bring my bread, keep the cheddar (get the money)

The block is hot, Man I love this fuckin' weather (hot, hot)

It gets cold in the streets, keep a sweater (brrr)

Pour some henny in my cup for my liver (woo)

Say they get money but you know we do it better (on god)

I count my money lick my fingers man I love that flavour (racks)

And I don't play no games I'm on a different level

I got 300 flows (yeah)

And I switch it like my clothes

I got, one bitch but she worth a million hoes

She my, ride or die fuck around she gon' blow nigga (grah)

That's my bitch, that's my slime

That's my gang nigga (woah)

Aye

what you need we got it (what you want?)

Come fuck with us we gon' boost your pocket (on god)

Cook it up flip it up get the profit (woo)

Big bank, big cash no deposit

Look

Dirty money got my drip so clean aye (aye)

Countin' money on the bed with my queen aye (aye)

100, 200 on the highway (skrrt)

Spin your block like I'm Deebo on a Friday (come here)

Yeah

Where the money at? (run it)

Double cup of hennesey I'm havin' fun with that (run it)

Like habibi when I'm turnt I go maniac (woah)

I need 300 mil so I can relax

I got 300 flows

I got 200 hoes

I got hundreds on hundreds

Ain't no way I'm goin' broke (nah)

Gasoline's what I smoke (gas)

Pure cocaine's what I cook

Now the fiends at my door

Lookin' like they had stroke (woo)

Sippin' lean got me soaked (uh)

She a 10 gimme throat (what)

Double Gs on the coat (shesh)

The farmer said I'm the goat

So fly I just float

Check the brand on my clothes

Yeah I'm ballin fuck a coach

Yung hustla take notes

Chappyweezy goes in on that song