 
												 
												 
												 
																
								
							"Hundred Grand" by Zak is a captivating hip-hop track blending infectious beats with introspective lyricism. Zak's confident delivery and clever wordplay showcase ambition and determination, set against a backdrop of pulsating basslines and electronic elements. The anthemic chorus invites listeners to embrace resilience and perseverance, making it a standout track that leaves a lasting impression.
									I've got twenty bucks in my bank account 
How the hell y'all say you make a hundred grand 
I'm convinced that these rappers out here will just flex and rent out New cars and tat up they neck  
Just to seem dope and then fake all these checks  
I don't even get it cause I'm not impressed 
I’m not impressed 
 
Man I’m so broke  
I still pay money to perform at shows 
They spend their money on nothing but coke 
I do the same but at Wendy’s it shows 
I think thats funny now sonny stay close 
I don’t know whens the last time I bought clothes 
I don’t know whens the last time I swore oaths  
Satan got nothing on me I keep shutting him out  
Like a floater I let the ball go 
Over your head 
All of my money goes into my rent 
Try to pay it off I don’t make a dent 
I make no dollars I only make sense 
I’m tracking the scent (yeah yeah) 
I sleep in a tent (No I Don’t) 
Got nothing to spend (yeah yeah) 
I won’t let you lend (No fucking way) 
 
I've got twenty bucks in my bank account 
How the hell y'all say you make a hundred grand 
I'm convinced that these rappers out here will just flex and rent out New cars and tat up they neck  
Just to seem dope and then fake all these checks  
I don't even get it cause I'm not impressed 
I’m not impressed 
I've got twenty bucks in my bank account 
How the hell y'all say you make a hundred grand 
I'm convinced that these rappers out here will just flex and rent out New cars and tat up they neck  
Just to seem dope and then fake all these checks  
I don't even get it cause I'm not impressed 
I’m not impressed 
 
 
I’m in debt 
Stressing myself yeah I do it to death 
At the bank sweating I’m holding my breath 
Take out like ten bucks what do I have left (Four dollars) 
Luckily I set up 2fa for antitheft (No more robbers) 
Now I can’t login 
I just want to check (Wait what is my password?) 
I still can’t login (SHIT) 
At least no one will steal it  
I pray to God kneeling 
That hole in my ceiling  
Will stop all its leaking  
I’m panicking freaking  
Like why are you dripping? 
I want to be drippy  
I’m jealous its trippy  
I’m speaking to a hole in the ceiling 
Budgeting just seems so unappealing  
Really think I need a financial planner  
Oh wait wait I have one 
 
I've got twenty bucks in my bank account 
How the hell y'all say you make a hundred grand 
I'm convinced that these rappers out here will just flex and rent out New cars and tat up they neck  
Just to seem dope and then fake all these checks  
I don't even get it cause I'm not impressed 
I’m not impressed 
I've got twenty bucks in my bank account 
How the hell y'all say you make a hundred grand 
I'm convinced that these rappers out here will just flex and rent out New cars and tat up they neck  
Just to seem dope and then fake all these checks  
I don't even get it cause I'm not impressed 
I’m not impressed