This is a song about "Hundred dollars"

She gave a hundred dollars like it's gambling game!

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

Dollars can't keep u out of debt

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

A few hundred dollars and some reviewed proverbs

Yea, dc boy today i'm out the stadium with dollars

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

Had enough dollars, was wealthy raised

So you finally got the nerve

For clockin dirty dollars

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

22 dollars in my pocket, and a hundred in the bank

My rap battle win percentage is at a hundred

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit