Lyrics:
left like he lived, in a lively manner
With a-hundred dollar bills in his fingers tight
He had flowers for wheels and a-flashin' headlights
He been
damn room
If you let us
And I ain't tryin' to steal
I'm just tryin' to chill
And like up this Kush with this hundred dollar bill
Nigga
[Chorus]
checking out my six gun
Grab your party shoes and your fake I.D
Light up a cigarette and shake it out with me, alright
Got a hundred dollar bill
the gateway of the west
Maybe the road I like the best
Jumped out of a train in Soulville
When by the window, I saw stacks of hundred dollar bills
I crossed
no one wants to hear
Sweaty little man just shot a hundred-dollar bill without a care
And we play from ten to two, but we work from noon to four
Try
It's like a flat tire on a perfect road,
an empty tank when your miles from home.
Can't find the words when you try to preach,
a hundred-dollar bill
face
Hundred dollar bills green, do you know what I mean?
Hollow words don't matter, they've got no color
Like a wheeze in a squeeze, squeeze every
When your wallet can't hold your 100 dollar bills
You complain that your kids are way too perfect
When you bonus is a little less than your
lack, Mosh pit, you got my back
Talkin', you might get whacked Pressure, you might get smacked
Hundred dollar bills It's like fifty of em in my lap
She
under overkill and she's
a hundred dollar bill and they don't want to
break it cause it's better to fake it
if and when you have a heart attack it's
a little too high
And maybe we could cool it with the lines
Awe fuck that snort it off a dime
With a hundred dollar bill I got time
With a hundred dollar
the bitch, you wanna fuck
If she say no so what?
'Cause all you really wanna do is get this cash
Pull hundred dollar bills out a bitch's ass
Too many niggaz
I use to sell tapes everywhere
It was me and my homeboy Freddy be, yoo
Kickin' it like big players
Everybody loved my raps like hundred dollar
dollar bills in a wad
Sound like your shit a motherfucking facade
Sound like you ain't really comfortable with who you are
Sound like your bitch finna
miles
That bitch is celibate
All about these 100 dollar bills the rest relevant
All about these 100 dollar bills the rest relevant
I been putting on for
Filled Up With Peas
(KOT: I Hate Peas)
(Strong Bad: I Know)
Bubs Would Give Away Flamethrowers
That Shoot Chocolate Hundred Dollar Bills
(Bubs: Imitation
Someone's always coming around here trailing some new give
Said I seen your picture on a hundred dollar bill
What's a game of chance to you in this
No one ever knew there was coal in them mountains
Til a man from the northeast arrived
Waving hundred dollar bills, he said "I'll pay you for your
Got himself a peach colored leisure suit
Hundred dollar bills stuffed in Florsheim boots
Smelling like a mentholated soda pop
Sho' smellin' sweet
Got himself a peach colored leisure suit
Hundred dollar bills stuffed in Florsheim boots
Smelling like a mentholated soda pop
Sho' smellin' sweet
Bitch I might
Gone off of pills
Paint match the wheels
The chain match the grill
Make a record deal
Hundred dollar bills
Know what I'm talkin' bout
murderer (you lose control) yes, they call you murderer, murderer, hey!
hundred dollar bills on your mind
never care fi love, never knew romance
some will
steps."
I was beat but I played him one more
Then I was headed out towards the door
And he handshake and hand me a hundred dollar bills
Said, "By the way,
sometimes I
Ain't come out with shit
Put that cocainá on your nose
I'm guaranteed that your nose gonna itch
When I seen my first hundred dollar
Bill I ain't
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