Keep It 100

[Intro] Keep it a 100 Uhh, yo [Verse 1] Somebody told me money rules the world, I know you heard that shit Money the root to all evil, blessings and murder shit I slaved 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 (oh oh oh oh oh) damn, it's hot as hell Punched in a pin code and grabbed 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 waiting Then put the cash in the glove compartment as I sat waiting Damn, yo where's this nigga at? Bout to light a cigarette while I-, oh, there he go Opened up the glove compartment, told em to light this Come around and drive inside and act normal like we ain't making a transaction Take that (what up, what up?) I dapped him up and got to sliding He crinkled it up, walked off then put it in his pocket Off to the strip club with some drinks and some orders He pull that hundred out his pocket, uncrinkled the corners Stageside, watching this one bitch shaking and twirling Busted it open all exotic and maybe she's foreign She making eye contact, she got on eye contacts She sees that Benjamin Frank, she keep her eyes on that She's thinking "I want that", he takes a sip from his glass She bend over, he slaps her ass and puts some ones in her crack He whispered 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, hm And fuck your relationship, I ain't worried about that, heheh 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 nothing 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 paying bills For real, she wanna get high now, uhh Grab the Benjamin off the floor, she feeling alive now, uhh Few grams of coke on the table, that's the right now, uhh She rolled a 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 [Interlude] "What 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" [Verse 2] "Aye aye, don't you make one mothafucking 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" [Refrain] Now keep it a 100 Uhh, keep it a 100 Yeah, keep it a 100 One hundred Keep it a 100 [Verse 3] 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 of collection plate on Sunday too Hope that it'll 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 looking, 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 riding 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 100) "Now how much for sex?" (A 100) "Damn, a 100?" (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 is good" Transaction complete, and 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 paying bills For real, she wanna retire soon, she swear to God (*smack*) She looked up and seen the hand of God, oh my God... Forgot she had a pimp That nigga been looking for her ass for days Took every single dollar and left her eye black and gray He be on the corner jamming, getting drunk that-a-way 7-Eleven gambling, throwing all his cash away, yup Some say that money rule the world, I know you heard that shit Money the root to all evil, blessings and murder shit Yeah, that pimp just lost that hundred dollars in that dice game He said "I should've just bet that shit on tonight's game, whatever nigga, nice game" The homie who won it walked off with the hundred Then opened up his wallet, stuck it inside and then put it in his pocket Started stomping and running Feeling so good, started hopping and jumping, money flopping and rumbling His eyes is as big as his smile, no stopping him from the prow He's jogging, skipping around, 'til his wallet fell on the ground A hundred sticking halfway out, in the back of a halfway 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, a beef jerky Maybe some ten percent juice, hm And if the store's open, I need some cigarettes too", true He walked into the same store on the block Just so happen 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 18.25" And then he held that hundred out with the red number written on top Then everything stopped [Voicemail] 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 [Brief Message] Mr. Lucas, Officer Michael Bradley with the 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 You need to get back to me as soon as possible Or we'll be showing up at your door With about 10 officers and some handcuffs Choice is yours