100$ Bill

My life has got to be like this, it's got to keep going up I've been in several things, I was in the drug business, then I was in the oil business But I'm not in either one now, you understand? I had my own little business on the side, sort of a sideline A rather confidential sort of thing, but you might make a nice bit of money Hundred dollar bills Benjamin Franklins filled, folded just for the thrill Go numb until I can't feel, or might pop this pill Stock markets just crash, now I'm just a bill History don't repeat itself it rhymes, 1929, still Write like Mark Twain, Jay Gatsby, I park things Yellow cars, yellow gold like Slick Rick Still tip on four-four's (who?) Four-four's at the 4-0, (wait), for O Dollars fall on the skin, some might call it sin Politicians all move for money, what the hell are we callin' them? Low life, I'm crawlin' out, 911 I Porsched it out Y'all niggas all hypocrites, y'all know what this shit is all about Hunid dolla, hunnid dolla bill, real, uh Her voice is full of money He's a crook, George He throws those parties the papers are always talking about Well, I didn't want you to think I was just some nobody We were born different It's in our blood Uh, new heroines, new Marilyns Move coke through Maryland Through Easton, oh, you beastin' Move fat packs, Jack Gleason The honeymoon's over with the streets shit Least see my kids on the weekend Carter, new Kennedy No ordinary Joe, you'll remember me No prohibition for my coalition Colin Powell, general admission You are all welcome, new Malcolm of the talcum By any means, AK lookin' out the window screen, uh Let's get it on, new Marvin Who wanna become my 100th problem? Semi-automatic or revolver, this semi-automatic I'll solve 'em Einstein, my mind, this MC move white squares with my relatives That cheese made us constipated couldn't tell us shit Took that Taylor Swift to a hundred fucking million, bitch (bitch) I'ma let ya'll continue but, hahaha It's called greed, old sport That's right Who is he anyhow, an actor? Meyer? No, he's a gambler He's the man who fixed he 1919 World Series Fixed it? Fixed it Well, how'd he manage that? Saw the opportunity, I supposed Uh, I need a hunnid bricks on them hunnid blocks I got a hunnid drops, took hunnid cops, uh Hunnid blocks, I need a hunnid bricks on them hunnid blocks, uh Decade of decadence, ill reverence, irreverence, uh Decade of decadence, ill reverence, irreverence Uh, Young, uh I need a hunnid bricks on them hunnid blocks I got a hunnid, I got a hunnid drops Need a hunnid, got a hunnid Got a hunnid, hunnid, uh Hunnid dollar bill, real

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