JAY-Z - 100$ Bill lyrics
[JAY-Z - 100$ Bill lyrics]
"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
A sort of sideline a rather
Confidential sort of thing
But you might make a nice bit of money"
Hundred dollar bills
Benjamin Franklins filled
Fold it 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 it'self
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 calling 'em?
Low life, I'm crawling out, 911
I Porsched it out
Y'all niggas all hypocrites
Y'all know what this shit is all about
Hunnid, 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"
"I didn't want you to think
I was just some nobody"
"We were born different it's in our blood"
New heroines, new Marilyns
Move coke through Maryland
Through Easton, oh, you beasting
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're all welcome, new Malcolm
Of the talcum "By any means
" AK lookin' out the window screen
"Let's Get It On, " new Marvin
Who wanna become my 100th problem?
Semi-automatic or revolver
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
I'mma let y'all continue but ha ha
"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 the 1919 World’s Series" "Fixed it?"
"Fixed it" "Well, how'd he manage that?"
"Oh saw the opportunity, I suppose"
I need a hunnid bricks on them hunnid blocks
I got a hunnid drops, took a hunnid cops, uh
A hunnid blocks, I need a hunnid
Bricks on them hunnid blocks, uh
Decade of decadence, ill reverence
Irreverence
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, dolla, bill, real
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
A sort of sideline a rather
Confidential sort of thing
But you might make a nice bit of money"
Hundred dollar bills
Benjamin Franklins filled
Fold it 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 it'self
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 calling 'em?
Low life, I'm crawling out, 911
I Porsched it out
Y'all niggas all hypocrites
Y'all know what this shit is all about
Hunnid, 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"
"I didn't want you to think
I was just some nobody"
"We were born different it's in our blood"
New heroines, new Marilyns
Move coke through Maryland
Through Easton, oh, you beasting
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're all welcome, new Malcolm
Of the talcum "By any means
" AK lookin' out the window screen
"Let's Get It On, " new Marvin
Who wanna become my 100th problem?
Semi-automatic or revolver
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
I'mma let y'all continue but ha ha
"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 the 1919 World’s Series" "Fixed it?"
"Fixed it" "Well, how'd he manage that?"
"Oh saw the opportunity, I suppose"
I need a hunnid bricks on them hunnid blocks
I got a hunnid drops, took a hunnid cops, uh
A hunnid blocks, I need a hunnid
Bricks on them hunnid blocks, uh
Decade of decadence, ill reverence
Irreverence
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, dolla, bill, real