Bangladesh - 100 lyrics

rate me

100, 100, 100, 100 (x8)

You know I keep it (x4)

My life is but a dream pullin' cars up

Told you motherfuckers keys open doors up

Never excited when I'm seen with something gorgeous

But highway miles on these bitches 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 Jacobs since the nineties so he spoils us

Stock spoilers, no kits on 'em

Why Panamera, nine-eleve shits on 'em

Chuck the deuce as I Tokyo drift on 'em

The top drops like there's Bangladesh heat on 'em

100, 100, 100, 100, you never keep it (x4)

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 sails

Four pipes, V twelves

Yeah, you know what them grams do

Bad bitch 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

100, 100, 100, 100, you know I keep it

100, 100, 100, 100, you never keep it

Y'all niggas fifty-fifty I keep it a hundred

I spit the truth in interviews, I keep it one hundred

I'm the shit, smell the fumes, my nigga we plungin'

And the 808s on a leash, they say it's a monster

Got my own label, fucked around and signed myself

Had a plan and stuck to it, you fuckboys is stuck boy

Bangladesh new shit ropin' like a cowboy

On my Tony Romo shit, you niggas just some towel boys

Tell the whole world to suck my cockiness

My checks eight figures like a octopus

Three hundred thou for the watch and rocky shit

These other niggas fakin' and I ain't afraid to say I keep it

A hundred miles and running, nigga with an attitude

Bitch 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 fucked

A bunch of bitches 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