[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 bitch, my Rolly, flooded my wrist is Sauce on my shoe game, put sauce on my bitches All them boys is scalish, ain't got no diamonds Everything around me, just can't even stop shining Shine like my young niggas, They ride with a hundred round nigga On the court, no violence But you ain't 'bout to take mine, nigga
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[Verse 2:] Bedrock - Fred Flintstone Catch me burning rubber when I leave my jeweler 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 jewels, bought a lot of ice – Freebandz! Fuck 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 glass
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[Verse 3:] Spend a hundred racks on blue jeans, got good weed, got good lean Got five cars they all foreign, got foreign bitches in my cockpit 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 niggas movin' them packs I ran the stacks like tracks And I ain't never gon' look back