Keep It 100 Lyrics - Joyner Lucas

Keep it a 100 

Uhh 

Yeah 

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 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 

Damn, 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 

Damn, yo where's this nigga 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 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 of his glass 

She bend over, he slaps 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 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 

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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 muthafucking 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 

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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 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 his stuff 

Looking for a spot in the cut 

How much for head? 

A hundred 

Now 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 

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 

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 "fuck 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 shit 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 

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 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