"$100 Bill" lyrics - JAY-Z

[Intro: Leonardo DiCaprio]
"My life has got to be like this, it's got to keep going up."
"I've been in several things, I was in the drug business, then I was in the oil business, but I'm not in either one now, you understand?"
"I had my own little business on the side, a sort of sideline... a rather confidential sort of thing... but you might make a nice bit of money."

[Hook:]
Hundred dollar bills

Hunnid
Hunnid, dollar, bill, nigga, uh

Benjamin Franklins filled, fold it just for the thrill
Go numb until I can't feel or might pop this pill
Stock markets just crash, now I'm just a bill
History don't repeat itself, it rhymes, 1929, still

Write like Mark Twain, Jay Gatsby, I park things
Yellow cars, yellow gold like Slick Rick
Still tip on four-four's (Who?)
Four-four's at the 4-0, (Wait), for O

Dollars fall on the skin, some might call it sin
Politicians all move for money, what the hell are we callin' them?
Low life, I'm crawlin' out, 911, I Porsched it out
Y'all niggas so hypocrites, y'all know what this shit is all about

Hunnid dolla
Hunnid, dolla, bill, real, uh

[Interlude: Leonardo DiCaprio, Joel Edgerton]
"Her voice is full of money."
"He's a crook, George. He throws those parties the papers are always talking about."
"I didn't want you to think I was just some nobody."
"We were born different. It's in our blood."

New heroines, new Marilyns
Move coke through Maryland
Through Easton, oh you beastin'
Move fat packs, Jack Gleason

The honeymoon's over with the streets shit
Least see my kids on the weekend
Carter, new Kennedy
No ordinary Joe, you will remember me

No prohibition for my coalition
Colin Powell, general admission, heh
You're all welcome, new Malcolm, of the talcum
"By any means," AK lookin' out the window screen
"Let's Get It On," new Marvin
Who wanna become my 100th problem?
Semi-automatic or revolver
Semi-automatic I'll solve em

Einstein, my mind, this MC move white squares with my relatives
That cheese made us constipated couldn't tell us shit
Took that Taylor Swift to a hundred fucking million, bitch
I'mma let ya'll continue but... haha...

[Interlude: Leonardo DiCaprio & Tobey Maguire]
"It's called greed, old sport."
"That's right!"
"Who is he anyhow, an actor?"
"Meyer? No, he's a gambler. He's the man who fixed the 1919 World's Series."
"Fixed it?"
"Fixed it."
"Well, how'd he manage that?"
"Oh... saw the opportunity, I suppose."

[Outro:]
I need a hunnid bricks on them hunnid blocks
I got a hunnid drops, took a hunnid cops, uh
A hunnid blocks, I need a hunnid bricks on them hunnid blocks, uh
Decade of decadence, ill reverence, irreverence, uh
Decade of decadence, ill reverence, irreverence, uh
Young, uh

I need a hunnid bricks on them hunnid blocks
I got a hunnid, I got a hunnid drops
Need a hunnid, got a hunnid
Got a hunnid, hunnid, uh
Hunnid, dolla, bill, real