Eli - Hundred dollar bills lyrics

Hundred dollar bills, this hunt for the dollar k**s Running after my money, like suicide drills Ama stop for a breather, with a lung full of refer Got me thinking bout my past, like im meeting the repear My chances getting slimmer,n***a f** JeNNY craig Thoughts sicker than hell, like a hospital bed I wana get paid, sick of faillin 10th grade I wana get fame, get money, get made I swear to god all I need is a deal Cause im pullin all the stops get your hands off the wheel Its the root of all evil, and I wana be the villin Sports car drivin with alot of plastic women Champagne spillin , bently driven dreams Ill get my deal soon,like the pick of the team Speakin money in my tunes, fluent no accents Jeans cemetary, pockets full of dead presidents I need much more money but tell me who's countin Every week rushmore, presidents like the mountin Getting papper when I can, tell'em haters ima man Got my heart in my hand, shadow long when I stand Move along now, there's nothing to see If its more than a penny, then its somehting to me Goodfellas in the city, slap hands with the big man Notorious artilary,you know I spit it sicker than Six men, with the sixth sense To stick letters together better than the dictionary can Yall fictionary, man, get yo a** whooped from a can Supply beef route to yo a**, deliver van Im here for a while, more money to make Getting money is good, becoming rich is great Gettin doe for the cake, guess my birthday late So ama be on my grind, guess rappers do skate For them back stabin friends, dont even say wa**up Take the knife out they hand, they get nothin to put up So they laughin at your dreams, pokin holes at your skeems Takin shots at the lead, causin problems with the team They can never tear me down, im air tight, bullet proof High above the ground, fair hight, sk**ed booth Any beat I runthrough,no heads up like one, tow Keep a chin up for the public, like lost souls do Bangin doors for my money like the rent's pa**ed due Mama tell me, your 18 but your life pa**ed you Gotta young man look, with an old man view Every body judge man, like we all got sued Im a fresh breath of air, flow so brand new d**h or billionare, took a choice in 92 So now its I get money, or its money I got Till my bubbly do spill, when im chillin on a yacht