Kid Ink - 100% Ft. Kevin McCall, Chris Brown Lyrics

Kid Ink - 100% Ft. Kevin McCall, Chris Brown Lyrics:

[Intro]

This is what they want, yeah

Yeah

You know I gotta keep it 100, 100 get it

[Kid Ink]

Ok, I’m so fly I feel like a swan

My time is money, ring me alone

Flip it to the ceiling watch it do a somersault

Niggers say they run shit, I just see it running out

Done it all, under the sun ain’t nothing new

Coming through the west side, looking for the double u

Still on that bullshit, I can’t even order you

Money’s all I talk got a pocket full of hundreds

That I make honey dew

Anything I wanna, take it by the head

Stone cold stunner, uh, bad

Rocking like the wild, high on my mind, I’m a freak with flyer

It’s CB and the alarm … got them hoes staring at tissue like a drum line

Keep it 100 I would take all of you combined

Can in but I do it big, plus I

[Hook]

Get it how I live it, come faster than I could spend it

Money to the ceiling, bitch I’m in the building

I’m a giant in the woods to the minks (tell her)

Money talk so don’t say nothing unless you talk business

A 100% (I go), A 100% (I go)

A 100% (I go), A 100% (I go)

A 100% (I go), A 100% (I go)

A 100% (I go), A 100% (I go)

I go

Let me count this money, 1 million, 2 million

Put this up for my new car, save that for my baby mama

And all you bums keep the change

[Kevin McCall]

Beats I be serving sex beefs …

Diamonds got so many cuts call my jeweler to surgeon

Ain’t nobody fucking with me label me the virgin

I’m hot burning, like when you leave a fireman

Everywhere I go these hoes be digging in they purses for a shark

Because they tryin’ get the autograph of person

Little bit of coke mix with a lot of bourbon

Got your boy leaning sorry if my words slurvin

Swervin’ in that DV9 on purpose

The roof disappear call it magic like irvin johnson

Get above my johnson, know my rider dick Shawty this ain’t magic mountain

I’ve been killing, killing every song that I been spitting on

And if I ain’t spitting, better something that I written on

Can’t even say it was a long road getting on

Only took a year and a half and now I’m shitting on

[Hook]

Get it how I live it, come faster than I could spend it

Money to the ceiling, bitch I’m in the building

I’m a giant in the woods to the minks (tell her)

Money talk so don’t say nothing unless you talk business

A 100% (I go), A 100% (I go)

A 100% (I go), A 100% (I go)

A 100% (I go), A 100% (I go)

A 100% (I go), A 100% (I go)

I go

[Chris Brown]

Yeah, I got them bullet proof ray bans so haters never in my head

Money hungry good for me, yeah I call it week bread

Ladies say I’m long show king yeah that’s what she said

Crib like a gasol so I’m fucking on that king spread

Haha

Big balling, fuck a loaf, and money turn me on

So I had to fuck it off, skinny ass niggers pockets looking so bulimic

And I’m never spill my drink, you can call me temper pitty

Allergic to the haters, addicted to the money

You watching while I’m laughing cause all of you niggers is funny

And they call me Action Jackson cause every day I’m stunting

And I’m writing hit songs like it’s nothing

So nigger you bugging, fronting

What you think this is hoe?

Paparazzi trying to pop me everywhere that Chris go

Never been no sucker no lame mad nigger

And your flow is what a dam then a drain ass nigger

[Hook]

Get it how I live it, come faster than I could spend it

Money to the ceiling, bitch I’m in the building

I’m a giant in the woods to the minks (tell her)

Money talk so don’t say nothing unless you talk business

A 100% (I go), A 100% (I go)

A 100% (I go), A 100% (I go)

A 100% (I go), A 100% (I go)

A 100% (I go), A 100% (I go)

I go