Keep On Shinin (feat. Casino)

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

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

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

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