Future - Keep On Shinin lyrics

(feat. Casino) [Hook:] 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 the time 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:] I just keep on grinding, stacking up, my long good I just keep getting' money, I put that on my mama Rackin' up them Benjamins, on blast all like Jetsons Plug deal 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 bell Crooked b**h, my Rolly, flooded my wrist is Sauce on my shoe game, put sauce on my b**hes All them boys is scalish, 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 round n***a On the court, no violence But you ain't 'bout to take mine, n***a [Hook] [Verse 2:] Bedrock - Fred Flintstone Catch me burning rubber when I leave my j**eler Michael Jackson high, call me Thriller Playin' poker for a hundred bands on the dealer Casino – ex drug dealer Put the rocks around my neck, I call it ice Put the stash around my wrist, that's that china white 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:] 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 in this 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 cup cranked with that low key I'm turnin' up, you go to sleep I pull up in that V12 I got a hudred bands in my email I'm on the 'Gnac, no sea shells On tough sand I touch bands A Cayenne, an Expedition, I fill 'em up with a bunch of fish Hard times, we gon' 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]