the watch

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[Hook] 100, 100, 100, 100 (x8) You know I keep it (x4) [Pusha T] 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 [Hook] 100, 100, 100, 100, you never keep it (x4) [Jadakiss] 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 [Hook x2] 100, 100, 100, 100, you know I keep it 100, 100, 100, 100, you never keep it [Mr. Bangladesh] 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 [Hook x2] [2 Chainz] 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 [Hook x2]