(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]