808 Mafia - Keep On Shinin lyrics

[Hook: Future] 100 racks, no diamonds I don't know where my mind went I can't tell what the time is, I just keep on shining 100 racks, no diamonds I don't know where my mind went I can't tell what time it is, I just keep on shining I just keep on shining, I just keep on shining I just keep on shining, I just keep on shining I just keep on shining, I just keep on shining I just keep on shining, I just keep on shining [Verse 1: Future] I just keep on grinding, stacking up my lumber I just keep getting' money, I put that on my mama Rackin' up them Benjamins, I blast off like Jetsons Plugged in with the Haitians, I keep it real with my Mexicans Belt by Ferragamo, shoes by Chanel Cook that good dope and I can eyeball a bale Crooked b**h, my Rolly, flooded my wrist is Sauce on my shoe game, put sauce on my b**hes Audemar is stainless, ain't got no diamonds Everything around me, just can't even stop shining Shine like my young n***as They ride with a hundred rounds n***a On the court, no violence But you ain't 'bout to take mine, n***a [Hook] [Verse 2: Casino] Big rocks - Fred Flintstone Catch me burning rubber when I leave my j**eler Michael Jackson high, call me Thriller Playin' poker for a hundred bands, I'm the dealer Casino – Ex Drug Dealer Put the rocks around my neck, I call it ice Put the stash 'round my wrist, that's that china white (sorry) I don't skimp on j**els, bought a lot of ice (Freebandz!) f** wrong with you? Think I ain't got no cash? G and Future with me, know I got that pack A hundred thousand for the car, no tags Shine on everything, see him through the gla** [Hook] [Verse 3: Future] Spend a hundred racks on blue jeans, got good weed, got good lean Got five cars they all foreign, got foreign b**hes in my co*kpit Got thirty chains, got thirty rings, ever since the gang moved 30 a year I turnt up, I blanked out, now I'm banked up with a blank check Drop top with no head on it, that's brain-dead, family My car cranked without no key I'm turnin' up, you go to sleep I whipped me up that V12 I pull up in that V12 I got a hundred bands in my email I'm on the yacht, no sea shells On tough sand I touch bands A Cayenne, an Expedition, I fill 'em up with a bunch of fishes High tops, no lace up My mind stay on stacks My n***as movin' them packs I ran the stacks like tracks And I ain't never gon look back [Hook]