Joyner Lucas – Keep It 100

-A hundred
Damn, it’s hot as hell
So don’t even ask me how
For real
I ain’t tryna get caught up"
He said "I should’ve just bet that shit on tonight’s game"
I’m unable to take your call right now
She needed cheese and some milk
"Ooh God, it’s good"
If he had a phone he would call, but he doesn’t
Then put the cash in the glove compartment as I sat waiting
And I’m really hungry and thirsty
His eyes is as big as his smile
No stopping him from the prow
Blessings and murder shit
I dapped him up and got to sliding
Oh, you got a man?
Hurry the fuck up, look

He see some bitch on the corner

Yeah, keep it a 100
I know you don’t need my help
Keep it a 100
That’s what she call heaven’s door
It’s money
You need to get back to me as soon as possible
A homeless man walks by
I know you heard that shit
Don’t make me repeat myself
Somebody told me money rules the world
-Come on, that’s not a lot
She rolled a hundred up and stuck it up her nose like
She keep her eyes on that
In the back of a halfway house
A number written in red
Blessings and murder shit
Uhh, keep it a 100
[Voicemail: Officer Bradley]
Now she making eye contact
What is this?
-Nah, I’m just saying, that’s a lot, bitch
Hit up the plug and said "I know you got some bud, I need that with some pills"
A couple dollars, a hundred bill with some writing
He pull that hundred out his pocket, uncrinkled the corners
I don’t think she like how this shit make her feel
He put that hundred inside of collection plate on Sunday too
She needed gas for the Ford
Then looked around to make sure nobody was looking
-Damn, a hundred?
Can I use that red marker, sir?
Officer Michael Bradley with the police department
I slaved away for ten hours a day at work and just finally got my check but the ATM isn’t working, shit
That’s the right now, uhh
He crinkled it up, walked off and put it in his pocket
Stuck it inside and then put it in his pocket
Take my tough advice
She throw a hundred back at her purse and headed down to the store
Come around and drive inside and, act normal like we ain’t making a transaction
And if the store’s open, I need some cigarettes too
She needed eggs and some dill
What a coincidence
Off to go find him a whore
Money’s the root to all evil
Started stomping and running
[Verse 2]
She got on eye contacts
I snatched it up and went back to my wheels
Blessings and murder shit
That shit is just as weird as I thought
The clerk rang him out and said
Money the root to all evil
"That’ll be eighteen, twenty-five"
Money flopping and rumbling
Now keep it a 100
Counting them dollars, smoking tree while she sit on the floor
Tell me you single
"Lord forgive me but I need this, I’ve been really static"
For like three weeks
Turn around and count to a hundred if you love your life"

The homie who won it walked off with the hundred
Bout to light a cigarette while I …
Held it up to see if it’s real or fake
Whatever nigga, nice game
Or we’ll be showing up at your door with about 10 officers and some handcuffs
Gimme the cash, follow instructions, don’t be fucking moving
But you gotta do what you gotta do when it’s time for paying bills
She making eye contact
-A hundred
Cause I’d hate to kill you over something stupid
Empty that register
"Aye aye, don’t you make one muthafucking move
Off to the streets with the Lord
After church the pastor opened it up and started saying
-Why you playing?
Hope that it’ll take away your sins
Just so happen to be the same exact store that got robbed

-Now how much for sex?
I know you heard that shit
But anyway they covered the plate and just continued praying
She wanna retire soon, she swear to God
[Verse 3]
Maybe someday soon
For real
Yes, in red, it’s like a phone number
[Interlude: Cashier]
He whispers in her ear "How long are you here?
I said what number is that on the bill, what is that?
She sees that Benjamin Frank, she keep her eyes on that
Meet me outside the gas station on Park Ave, I’ll be waiting
One hundred
He pulls his dick out his pants
Punch in a pin code and grab a hundred dollar bill
Few grams of coke on the table
"What what number is that?
And then everything stopped
Damn, yo where’s this nigga at?

Open up the glove compartment and told em to light this
I know you heard that shit
She wanna get high now, uhh
And he grabbed the hundred off the top and started staring at it
Take that (what up, what up)
Busted it open all exotic and maybe she’s foreign
Lucas Mr.
Money’s the root to all evil
Fuck, I don’t care
Back to the cash at the leash
She back to get back on her knees
Some say that money rule the world
She’s thinking "I want that"
7-Eleven gambling throwing all his cash away, yup
Oh, there he go

Let me write my number on this hundred for you
Off to the strip club with some drinks and some orders
He walked into the same store on the block
He’s jogging, skipping around
[Outro: Joyner Lucas]
Make sure you hit me up when your boyfriend can’t do nothing for you
A hundred sticking halfway out
A hundred bucks in the dash and now he riding the course
Sees a wallet, opens his eyes
But you gotta do what you gotta do when it’s time for paying bills
Leave me a brief message and I’ll get back to you
Then continued driving his stuff
Yo, wassup, this is Joyner
Grab the Benjamin off the floor, she feeling alive now, uhh
Check it
Looking for a spot in the cut
Trying to get a hold of you now, this is the third time calling
That’s what she call Snow White, the white without seven dwarfs
Choice is yours
That nigga been looking for her ass for days
He told her hop in the car
Never mind"
He be on the corner jamming getting drunk that-a-way
And then she opened the door
"-How much for head?
I want some beer, a beef jerky
[Verse 1]
Feeling so good, started hopping and jumping
He takes a sip of his glass
Oh, there it go
Stageside, watching this one bitch shaking and twirling

She’s thinking "I want that"
Maybe some ten percent juice
And then grabs it, opens to check what’s inside and to a surprise
Now hand me the bread and place your hands on top of your head
She looked up and seen the hand of God

Till his wallet fell on the ground
"Come on bitch, yo hurry the fuck up
She bend over, he slaps her ass and puts some ones in her crack
She got home and opened her purse as soon as she gets to the door

Tell him I’m queer
Yeah, that pimp just lost that hundred dollars in that dice game
Like gotta calm down, damn"
She see that Benjamin Frank
And fuck your relationship, I ain’t worried about that
Oh my God
Keep it a 100
And she don’t like how this shit make her feel
I need to speak to you with regards to some serious charges
She got on eye contacts
Took every single dollar and left her eye black and gray
And then he held that hundred out with the red number written on top
Then opened up his wallet
Transaction complete
She needed blunts for the gas
So he says "fuck it, it’s mine"
And then he took it
She needed change
Somebody told me money rules the world
And she went back to the streets
Save my name as Susan in your contacts
Forgot she had a pimp