I don’t know how to do this shit
I wake up and just do this shit
HoodyBaby, I’m too legit
I’m the Boss, I made Hugo quit
I pull up in a 2 door whip
Make you go sick
Flip a brick, kick a brick
That judo shit
My niggas is serious
You niggas delirious
No stoppin’ us, period
I live at the dealership
Angry, a nigga rich
We want the bigger fish
Choppin’ ’til I chop with the mafia
Ask in my section, we popular
Popavich, we poppin’ shots
Pull up with the OH, I mean war
I mean war, big rass war
Big rass that will lick down your car
See me with the gang, better know that squad
If these niggas talkin’ reckless, see ’em on my necklace
100 round drum, niggas gon’ respect us
Mob ties, yeah I’m heavy with these accents
Hit the UK, I’m mobbin’ with the Section
Out here ballin’ since a adolescent
I was 15 when I start finessin’
Told a teacher fuck her math lesson
I was juggin’ through the whole class session
Trap money, I’m a trapper
My young boy once had Rihanna
Flash a blockia like a camera
Slap slap, that’s the hammer
Count grand to my nana’s
Sucky sucky, from hatters
I ain’t ina the passa (passa)
If I clutch a bruck, you go back up
Get me down, I get back
Yo mi casa es su casa
6 man in the van, that’s gang in the pan
That’s macaroni and pasta
Bring a nigga from a born I’m badder
Girl climb on cocky with a ladder
And keep climbin’
Cause she a bad bitch with her manner
I know a mad man with a dagger
That says, “Fuck feds” in the camera
Trappin’, pick up a brick
Rip it in bits, gone
I’m really livin’ this shit
Pick up a stick
You could see smoke like a bong
Peng peng, wanna get groovy
Man I turn your girl to a groupie
Gold ratchet tings and bougie
With a big boobies and booty
See the big tall man move bookey
Old school, my bros, no new Gs
Roll with a clip like the movies
Man I kick man down like Bruce Lee
I got all of these bitches, they papi chulo
They ain’t want me then but they want me now
Got that killer swag, watch ’em mime my style
I done stacked up a milli from petty crime
Got some new shoes off some new shit
This flow is like water need crew ships
My life is a movie, take your flick
It’s a foreign bitch cause
They know I’m flexin’
OHB and Section
.40 for protection
Hood stay connected
Blue bitches, we the 100 gang
Couple JLos on my money train
Nigga been fresh, feds watchin’
Diamonds dancin’ like a Jabbawockee
Your bitch ride me like a Kawasaki
It’s Fresh, Hoody, it’s happy papi
Breaking Down the Hustler’s Anthem
“Section One Hundred Billion” by Chris Brown is a bold celebration of street success, loyalty, and swagger. The lyrics blend gritty storytelling with playful braggadocio, taking listeners deep into a lifestyle marked by hustle and ambition. Brown’s verses paint a vivid picture of the grind—referencing everything from flashy cars and designer style to run-ins with law enforcement and the camaraderie of his crew. The song’s rapid-fire delivery and global references give it an international edge, while witty wordplay keeps the energy high and the attitude unapologetic.
Confidence, Loyalty, and Power
At its core, the song is about loyalty to one’s roots and the relentless pursuit of success. Brown reflects on his rise from the streets, emphasizing the importance of his circle and the power that comes with financial and social ascension. The references to mob ties, protection, and respect highlight the seriousness with which he takes his position. Yet, amidst the bravado, there’s a sense of celebration—for the wins, the team, and the life he’s built against the odds.
Song Credits
Artist: Chris Brown
Songwriters: Chris Brown
Release Year: Not specified
Label: Not specified