Bangladesh - 100 lyrics

[Hook] 100, 100, 100, 100 (x8) You know I keep it (x4) [Pusha T] My life is but a dream pullin' cars up Told you motherf**ers keys open doors up Never excited when I'm seen with something gorgeous Put highway miles on these b**hes like a tour bus Daddy Warbucks, without a born trust Diamonds all on this black gold like an oil rush The highest quality, the chains are all flush Known Jacob since the nineties so he spoils us Stock spoilers, no kits on 'em Why Panamera, nine-eleve sh**s on 'em Chuck the deuce as I Tokyo drift on 'em The top drops like this Bangladesh heat on 'em [Hook] 100, 100, 100, 100, you never keep it (x4) [Jadakiss] Yo, get yourself a hundred years tryin' to be the boss Stand next to the chandeliers, you could see the shards Ain't no diamonds in the watch, but you see the cross When you spoon feed them that dope they need it more All night, sweet sales Four pipes, V twelves Yeah, you know what them grams do Bad b**h with me that the industry ain't ran through Na, I ain't stop hustling yet, but I plan to Own a bunch of vehicles and a bunch of land too Yeah and I love it when the rush come Ain't no secret that I keep it ninety-nine plus one [Hook x2] 100, 100, 100, 100, you know I keep it 100, 100, 100, 100, you never keep it [Mr. Bangladesh] Y'all n***as fifty-fifty I keep it a hundred I spit the truth in interviews, I keep it one hundred I'm the sh**, smell the fumes, my n***a we plungin' And the 808s on a leash, they say it's a monster Got my own label, f**ed around and signed myself Had a plan and stuck to it, you f**boys is stuck boy Bangladesh new sh** ropin' like a cowboy On my Tony Romo sh**, you n***as just some towel boys Tell the whole world to s** my co*kiness My checks eight figures like a octopus Three hundred thou for the watch and rocky sh** These other n***as fakin' and I ain't afraid to say I keep it [Hook x2] [2 Chainz] A hundred miles and running, n***a with an attitude b**h I'm so fly, you should check the altitude I'm ballin', ballin' like an alley-oop My girl heel so high she need a parachute Get 'em, I got 'em let me at 'em My condo on Jupiter, my neighbors on Saturn Murcielago, flow with some eye candy I go to trial Monday, I been takin' panties Hundred degrees in the mic booth I'm from where you put golds on the white tooth And when you walk in and she might look Might get took, might get f**ed A bunch of b**hes in the skip line I'm known to get mine ten out of ten times I paid a hundred thousand for the old school Known to keep it one hundred on the Pro Tools [Hook x2]