歌词
Keep it a hunnid
Uh, yo
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 workin', shit
Oh, there it go (oh-oh, oh-oh-oh) damn, it's hot as hell
Punched in a pin code and grabbed a hunnid 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 waitin'
Then put the cash in the glove compartment as I sat waitin'
Damn, yo, where's this nigga at?
Bout to light a cigarette while I, oh, there he go
Opened up the glove compartment, told him to light this
Come around and drive inside and act normal like we ain't makin' a transaction
Take that (what up, what up?) I dapped him up and got to slidin'
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 hunnid out his pocket, uncrinkled the corners
Stage side, watchin' this one bitch shakin' and twirlin'
Busted it open all exotic and maybe she's foreign
She makin' eye contact, she got on eye contacts
She sees that Benjamin Frank, she keep her eyes on that
She's thinkin', "I want that", he takes a sip from his glass
She bend over, he slap 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, huh
And fuck your relationship, I ain't worried 'bout that, hehehe
Can I use that red marker, sir?
Let me write my number on this hunnid for you
Make sure you hit me up when your boyfriend can't do nothin' for you
(508)-507-2209
She got home and opened her purse soon as she gets to the door
Countin' 'em dollars, smokin' 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 payin' bills, for real
She wanna get high now, uh
Grab the Benjamin off the floor, she feelin' alive now, uh
Few grams of coke on the table, that's the right now, uh
She rolled a hunnid 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 hunnid 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
Ay-ay, don't you make one motherfuckin' 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 fuckin' movin'
'Cause I'd hate to kill you over somethin' 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 yo' life
Shit, huh
Now keep it a hunnid
Uh, keep it a hunnid
Yeah, keep it a hunnid
One hunnid, keep it a hunnid
Yo, somebody told me money rules the world, I know you heard that shit
Money the root to all evil, blessings and murder shit
He put that hunnid 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 prayin'
After church, the pastor opened it up and started sayin'
"Lord forgive me, but I need this, I've been really static"
And he grabbed the hundred off the top and started starin' at it
Held it up to see if it's real or fake
Then looked around to make sure nobody was lookin', and then he took it, damn
Off to the streets with the Lord, off to go find him a whore
A hunnid bucks in the dash and now he ridin' 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 drivin' and stuff, lookin' for a spot in the cut
"How much for head?" (A hunnid)
"Now how much for sex?" (A hunnid)
"Damn, a hunnid?" (Come on, that's not a lot)
"Fuck, man" (why you playin'?)
"Nah, I'm just sayin', that's a lot bitch, like gotta calm down, damn"
Now she makin' eye contact, she got on eye contacts
She see that Benjamin Frank, she keep her eyes on that
She's thinkin', "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 payin' 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 nigga been lookin' for her ass for days
Took every single dollar and left her eye black and gray
He be on the corner jammin', gettin' drunk that-a-way
7-Eleven gamblin', throwin' 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 hunnid dollars in that dice game
He said, "I shoulda just bet that shit on tonight's game, whatever nigga, nice game"
The homie who won it walked off with the hunnid
Then opened up his wallet, stuck it inside and then put it in his pocket
Started stompin' and runnin'
Feelin' so good, started hoppin' and jumpin', money floppin' and rumblin'
His eyes is as big as his smile, no stoppin' him from the prow
He's joggin', skippin' around, 'til his wallet fell on the ground
A hundred stickin' 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 writin'
A number written in red, if he had a phone he would call
But he doesn't, so he say, "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
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
Tryna get a hold of you now, this is the third time callin'
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 showin' up at your door
With about ten officers and some handcuffs, choice is yours
