[Intro]Keep it a 100Uhh, yo[Verse 1]Somebody told me money rules the world, I know you heard that shitMoney the root to all evil, blessings and murder shitI slaved away for ten hours a day at work and just finally got my checkBut the ATM isn't working, shitOh, there it go (oh oh oh oh oh) damn, it's hot as hellPunched in a pin code and grabbed a hundred dollar billI snatched it up and went back to my wheelsHit 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 waitingThen put the cash in the glove compartment as I sat waitingDamn, yo where's this nigga at?Bout to light a cigarette while I-, oh, there he goOpened up the glove compartment, told em to light thisCome around and drive inside and act normal like we ain't making a transactionTake that (what up, what up?) I dapped him up and got to slidingHe crinkled it up, walked off then put it in his pocketOff to the strip club with some drinks and some ordersHe pull that hundred out his pocket, uncrinkled the cornersStageside, watching this one bitch shaking and twirlingBusted it open all exotic and maybe she's foreignShe making eye contact, she got on eye contactsShe sees that Benjamin Frank, she keep her eyes on thatShe's thinking "I want that", he takes a sip from his glassShe bend over, he slaps her ass and puts some ones in her crackHe whispered in her ear "How long are you here? Tell me you singleOh, you got a man? Fuck, I don't care, tell him I'm queerSave my name as Susan in your contacts, hmAnd fuck your relationship, I ain't worried about that, hehehCan I use that red marker, sir?Let me write my number on this hundred for youMake 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 doorCounting them dollars, smoking tree while she sit on the floorI don't think she like how this shit make her feelBut you gotta do what you gotta do when it's time for paying billsFor real, she wanna get high now, uhhGrab the Benjamin off the floor, she feeling alive now, uhhFew grams of coke on the table, that's the right now, uhhShe rolled a hundred up and stuck it up her nose likeThat's what she call Heaven's doorThat's what she call Snow White, the white without seven dwarfsShe throw a hundred back at her purse and headed down to the storeShe needed blunts for the gas, she needed gas for the FordShe needed eggs and some dill, she needed cheese and some milkShe needed change[Interlude]"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 numberWhat is this? Never mind"[Verse 2]"Aye aye, don't you make one mothafucking moveEmpty that register, I know you don't need my helpHurry the fuck up, look, don't make me repeat myselfGimme the cash, follow instructions, don't be fucking movingCause I'd hate to kill you over something stupidNow hand me the bread and place your hands on top of your headTake my tough adviceTurn around and count to a hundred if you love your life"[Refrain]Now keep it a 100Uhh, keep it a 100Yeah, keep it a 100One hundredKeep it a 100[Verse 3]Yo, somebody told me money rules the world, I know you heard that shitMoney's the root to all evil, blessings and murder shitHe put that hundred inside of collection plate on Sunday tooHope that it'll take away your sins, maybe someday soonBut anyway, they covered the plate and just continued prayingAfter 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 itHeld it up to see if it's real or fakeThen looked around to make sure nobody was looking, and then he took it, damnOff to the streets with the Lord, off to go find him a whoreA hundred bucks in the dash and now he riding the courseHe see some bitch on the corner, he told her hop in the carAnd then she opened the door"Come on bitch, yo hurry the fuck up, I ain't tryna get caught up"Then continued driving and stuff, looking for a spot in the cut"How much for head?"(A 100)"Now how much for sex?"(A 100)"Damn, a 100?"(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 contactsShe see that Benjamin Frank, she keep her eyes on thatShe's thinking "I want that", he pulls his dick out his pants"Ooh God is good"Transaction complete, and she went back to the streetsBack to the cash at the leash, she back to get back on her kneesAnd she don't like how this shit make her feelBut you gotta do what you gotta do when it's time for paying billsFor 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 pimpThat nigga been looking for her ass for daysTook every single dollar and left her eye black and grayHe be on the corner jamming, getting drunk that-a-way7-Eleven gambling, throwing all his cash away, yupSome say that money rule the world, I know you heard that shitMoney the root to all evil, blessings and murder shitYeah, that pimp just lost that hundred dollars in that dice gameHe 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 hundredThen opened up his wallet, stuck it inside and then put it in his pocketStarted stomping and runningFeeling so good, started hopping and jumping, money flopping and rumblingHis eyes is as big as his smile, no stopping him from the prowHe's jogging, skipping around, 'til his wallet fell on the groundA hundred sticking halfway out, in the back of a halfway houseFor like three weeks so don't even ask me how, check itA homeless man walks by, sees a wallet, opens his eyesAnd then grabs it, opens to check what's inside and to his surpriseIt's money, a couple dollars, a hundred bill with some writingA number written in red, if he had a phone he would callBut he doesn't, so he says "Fuck it, it's mineAnd I'm really hungry and thirsty, I want some beer, a beef jerkyMaybe some ten percent juice, hmAnd if the store's open, I need some cigarettes too", trueHe walked into the same store on the blockJust so happen to be the same exact store that got robbedWhat a coincidence, that shit is just as weird as I thoughtThe clerk rang him out and said, "That'll be 18.25"And then he held that hundred out with the red number written on topThen everything stopped[Voicemail]Yo wassup, this is JoynerI'm unable to take your call right nowLeave me a brief message and I'll get back to you, peace[Brief Message]Mr. Lucas, Officer Michael Bradley with the police departmentTrying to get a hold of you now, this is the third time callingI need to speak to you with regards to some serious chargesYou need to get back to me as soon as possibleOr we'll be showing up at your doorWith about 10 officers and some handcuffsChoice is yours
