JAY-Z - 100$ Bill Lyrics

My life has got to be like this, it's got to keep going up
I've been in several things, I was in the drug business, then I was in the oil business
But I'm not in either one now, you understand?
I had my own little business on the side, sort of a sideline
A rather confidential sort of thing, but you might make a nice bit of money

Hundred dollar bills

Benjamin Franklins filled, folded just for the thrill
Go numb until I can't feel, or might pop this pill
Stock markets just crash, now I'm just a bill
History don't repeat itself it rhymes, 1929, still
Write like Mark Twain, Jay Gatsby, I park things
Yellow cars, yellow gold like Slick Rick
Still tip on four-four's (who?)
Four-four's at the 4-0, (wait), for O
Dollars fall on the skin, some might call it sin
Politicians all move for money, what the hell are we callin' them?
Low life, I'm crawlin' out, 911 I Porsched it out
Y'all niggas all hypocrites, y'all know what this shit is all about
Hunid dolla, hunnid dolla bill, real, uh

Her voice is full of money
He's a crook, George
He throws those parties the papers are always talking about
Well, I didn't want you to think I was just some nobody
We were born different
It's in our blood

Uh, new heroines, new Marilyns
Move coke through Maryland
Through Easton, oh, you beastin'
Move fat packs, Jack Gleason
The honeymoon's over with the streets shit
Least see my kids on the weekend
Carter, new Kennedy
No ordinary Joe, you'll remember me
No prohibition for my coalition
Colin Powell, general admission
You are all welcome, new Malcolm of the talcum
By any means, AK lookin' out the window screen, uh
Let's get it on, new Marvin
Who wanna become my 100th problem?
Semi-automatic or revolver, this semi-automatic I'll solve 'em
Einstein, my mind, this MC move white squares with my relatives
That cheese made us constipated couldn't tell us shit
Took that Taylor Swift to a hundred fucking million, bitch (bitch)
I'ma let ya'll continue but, hahaha

It's called greed, old sport
That's right
Who is he anyhow, an actor?
Meyer? No, he's a gambler
He's the man who fixed he 1919 World Series
Fixed it?
Fixed it
Well, how'd he manage that?
Saw the opportunity, I supposed

Uh, I need a hunnid bricks on them hunnid blocks
I got a hunnid drops, took hunnid cops, uh
Hunnid blocks, I need a hunnid bricks on them hunnid blocks, uh
Decade of decadence, ill reverence, irreverence, uh
Decade of decadence, ill reverence, irreverence
Uh, Young, uh
I need a hunnid bricks on them hunnid blocks
I got a hunnid, I got a hunnid drops
Need a hunnid, got a hunnid
Got a hunnid, hunnid, uh
Hunnid dollar bill, real