Keep It 100

Keep it a hundred

Somebody told me money rules the world

I know you heard that shit

Money's the root to all evil

Blessings and murder shit

I slave away for ten hours a day at work

And just finally got my check, but the ATM isn't working, shit

Oh there it go

Damn, it's hot as hell

Punch in the pin code and grab a hundred dollar bill

I snatched it up and went back to my wheels

Hit up the plug and said, I know you got some bud

I need that with some pills

Meet me outside the gas station on Park Ave

I'll be waitin'

Then put the cash in the glove compartment as I sat waitin'

Damn, yo where this **** at?

'Bout to light a cigarette while I

Oh, there he go

Open up the glove compartment

Told him to light this

Come around the driver side and act normal

Like we ain't makin' a transaction

Take that

I dapped him up and got to sliding

He crinkled it up, walked off and put it in his pocket

Off to the strip club for some drinks and some orders

He pulled that hundred out his pocket

Un-crinkled the corners

Stage-side, watching this one bitch shakin' and twirlin'

Busted it open all exotic and maybe she foreign

She making eye contact

She got on eye contacts

She see that Benjamin Frank

She keep her eyes on that

She's thinking, I want that

He takes a sip of his glass

She bend over, he slap her ass

And puts some ones in her crack

He whispers in her ear, how long are you here?

Tell me you single

Oh, you got a man?

Fuck, I don't care

Tell him I'm queer

Save my name as Susan in your contacts

And fuck your relationship, I ain't worried about that

Can I use that red marker, sir?

Let me write my number on this hundred for you

Make sure you hit me up

When your boyfriend can't do nothin' for you

508-507-2209

She got home and opened her purse

As soon as she gets to the door

Counting them dollars

Smoking tree while she sit on the floor

I don't think she like how this shit make her feel

But you gotta do what you gotta do

When it's time for payin' bills

For real

She wanna get high now

Grab the Benjamin off the floor

She feelin' alive now

Few grams of coke on the table

That's for right now

She rolled the hundred up

And stuck it up her nose like

That's what she call heaven's door

That's what she call Snow White

The white without seven dwarfs

She throw a hundred back at her purse

And headed down to the store

She needed blunts for the gas

She needed gas for the Ford

She needed eggs and some dill

She needed cheese and some milk

She needed change

Wait what number is that?

I said what number is that on the bill

What is that?

Yes, in red, it's like a phone number

What is this?

Never mind

Aye aye, don't you make one mothafuckin' move

Empty that register

I know you don't need my help

Hurry the fuck up, look

Don't make me repeat myself

Gimme the cash, follow instructions

Don't be fucking moving

'Cause I'd hate to kill you over something stupid

Now hand me the bread

And place your hands on top of your head

Take my tough advice

Turn around and count to a hundred if you love your life

Now keep it a hundred

Keep it a hundred

Yeah, keep it a hundred

One hundred

Keep it a hundred

Yo

Somebody told me money rules the world

I know you heard that shit

Money's the root to all evil

Blessings and murder shit

He put that hundred inside a collection plate on Sunday too

Hope it will take away your sins

Maybe someday soon

But anyway, they covered the plate

And just continued praying

After church the pastor opened it up and started saying

Lord forgive me but I need this, I've been really static

And he grabbed the hundred off the top

And started staring at it

Held it up to see if it's real or fake

Then looked around to make sure nobody was lookin'

And then he took it

Damn

Off to the streets with the Lord

Off to go find him a whore

A hundred bucks in the dash

And now he ridin' the course

He see some bitch on the corner

He told her hop in the car

And then she opened the door

Come on bitch, yo hurry the fuck up

I ain't tryna get caught up

Then continued driving and stuff

Looking for a spot in the cut

How much for head?

(A hundred)

And how much for sex?

(A hundred)

Damn, a hundred?

(Come on, that's not a lot)

Fuck

(Why you playing?)

Nah, I'm just saying that's a lot, bitch

Like gotta calm down, damn

Now she making eye contact

She got on eye contacts

She see that Benjamin Frank

She keep her eyes on that

She's thinking, I want that

He pulls his dick out his pants

Ooh God, it's good

Transaction complete

Then she went back to the streets

Back to the cash at the leash

She back to get back on her knees

And she don't like how this shit make her feel

But you gotta do what you gotta do

When it's time for payin' bills

For real

She wanna retire soon

She swear to God

She looked up and seen the hand of God

Oh my God

Forgot she had a pimp

That **** been looking for her ass for days

Took every single dollar and left her eye black and grey

He be on the corner jamming, getting drunk that-a-way

7-Eleven gambling, throwing all his cash way up

Some say that money rule the world

I know you heard that shit

Money's the root to all evil

Blessings and murder shit

Yeah, that pimp just lost that hundred dollars in that dice game

He said, I shoulda just bet that shit on tonights game

Whatever ****, nice game

The homie who won it walked off with the hundred

Then opened up his wallet

Stuck it inside, then put it in his pocket

Started stomping and running

Feeling so good, started hopping and jumping

Money flopping and rumbling

His eyes as big as his smile

No stopping him from the prow

He's jogging, skipping around

Till his wallet fell to the ground

A hundred sticking halfway out

In the back of a half-way house

For like three weeks

So don't even ask me how

Check it

A homeless man walks by

Sees a wallet, opens his eyes

And then grabs it

Opens to check what's inside and to his surprise

It's money

A couple dollars, a hundred bill with some writing

A number written in red

If he had a phone, he would call but he doesn't

So he says, fuck it, it's mine

And I'm really hungry and thirsty

I want some beer and beef jerky

Maybe some ten percent juice

And if the store's open, I need some cigarettes too

True

He walked into the same store on the block

Just so happened to be the same exact store that got robbed

What a coincidence

That shit is just as weird as I thought

The clerk rang him out and said

That'll be eighteen twenty-five

Then he held that hundred out

With the red number written on top

Then everything stopped

Yo wassup, this is Joyner

I'm unable to take your call right now

Leave me a brief message

And I'll get back to you, peace

Mr. Lucas

Officer Michael Bradley with the Wista Police Department

Trying to get a hold of you now

This is the third time calling

I need to speak to you with regards to some serious charges

Either get back to me as soon as possible

Or we will be showing up at your door

With about ten officers and some handcuffs

Choice is yours