Keep It 100 (Explicit)

Keep It 100 (Explicit) - Joyner Lucas

Lyrics by：Brian "Nox Beatz" Eisner/Joyner Lucas/Roy Studmire/Scotty L. Coleman

Keep it a 100

Uhh

Yeah

Somebody told me money rules the world

I know you heard that s**t

Money's the root to all evil

Blessings and murder s**t

I slaved away for ten hours a day at work and just

Finally got my check but the ATM isn't working s**t

Oh there it go

D**n it's hot as hell

Punch in a 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 waiting

Then put the cash in the glove compartment as I sat waiting

D**n yo where's this n***a at

'Bout to light a cigarette while I

Oh there he go

Open up the glove compartment and 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 and 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 b***h 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 of his glass

She bend over he slaps her a*s

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

F**k I don't care

Tell him I'm queer

Save my name as Susan in your contacts

And f**k 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 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 s**t 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

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

Aye aye don't you make one mutha****ing move

Empty that register

I know you don't need my help

Hurry the f**k up look

Don't make me repeat myself

Gimme the cash follow instructions

Don't be f**king 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 100

Uhh keep it a 100

Yeah keep it a 100

One hundred

Keep it a 100

Yo

Somebody told me money rules the world

I know you heard that s**t

Money's the root to all evil

Blessings and murder s**t

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

D**n

Off to the streets with the Lord

Off to go find him a w***e

A hundred bucks in the dash and now he riding the course

He see some b***h on the corner

He told her hop in the car

And then she opened the door

Come on b***h yo hurry the f**k up

I ain't tryna get caught up

Then continued driving his stuff

Looking for a spot in the cut

How much for head

A hundred

Now how much for sex

A hundred

D**n a hundred

Come on that's not a lot

F**k

Why you playing

Nah I'm just saying that's a lot b***h

Like gotta calm down d**n

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

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 s**t 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

She looked up and seen the hand of God

Oh my God

Forgot she had a pimp

That n***a been looking for her a*s 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 s**t

Money the root to all evil

Blessings and murder s**t

Yeah that pimp just lost that

Hundred dollars in that dice game

He said I should've just bet that s**t on tonight's game

Whatever n***a 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

Till 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 a 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 f**k it it's mine

And I'm really hungry and thirsty

I want some beer a 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 happen to be the same exact store that got robbed

What a coincidence

That s**t is just as weird as I thought

The clerk rang him out and said

That'll be eighteen twenty five

And then he held that hundred out

With the red number written on top

And then everything stopped