Hundred Dollar Sound (feat. Keegan Isowe)

I just touched down Hundred Dollar Sound This change in my pocket make me hate to jump around But I do it anyway Yeah, you know I love the gaze Young rich boy who came to play And shout it out to Frankie did it my way I'm working smarter not harder it's like I'm driving on the highway Getting close to violating code, but I'm all in They can't afford to let that go they don't even be stalling like Take my money Take my money I got more that's coming Know I run it I joined a game where they already love me Why you bumming? You gotta work it, thought you loved this country Come and tell me something Just kidding I can't hear nothing over this Hundred Dollar Sound There's lots of y'all around But all I see is frowns now what's all that shit on about If you got a problem maybe we can talk it out Unless you trying to change the system that gave me the crown Too much gold make the people wanna fold and put they hands out Which penny chasers use as stepping stones Corruption gets old Some kids get spoiled And these old men still chasing oil, they spoiled Hear the jang-a-lang know they got the pocket change With a dollar sound, ain't no sneaking out the place Hear the jang-a-lang that's the hundred dollar ring Yeah they step loud No they don't want no change Let's talk about bondage It never ended during Abraham Let's be honest The world is run by hyenas sneaking, creeping, stealing your rights away Just me and my pen today, but that pen could just turn on me When I sign me a rapping contract The second that my nib touches the paper my vision instantly goes to all black A man with too much power needs to be controlled By the same people tricking the youngins to chase the gold 40 acres and a mule just to work for nothing Never told a black boy how to use that money Now that same black boy is gon abuse that money And them big name slave masters thinking it's funny Dance monkey dance Dance for ya money oh oh Dance monkey dance Dance for ya money oh oh Y'know there's nothing new under the sun Look at them ol slaves hardly ever keeping a buck Too much gold make the people wanna fold and put they hands out Which penny chasers use as stepping stones Corruption gets old Some kids get spoiled And these old men still chasing oil, they spoiled Hear the jang-a-lang know they got the pocket change With a dollar sound, ain't no sneaking out the place Hear the jang-a-lang that's the hundred dollar ring Yeah they step loud No they don't want no change Boy why you out here talking bout you get all this money on your own? Like I ain't out here paying for your shows and them cheep grills you got? Matter of fact, where my dress for the 4th You know I don't play when it's comes to my money