Songtext zu '100% (feat. Kevin McCall & Chris Brown)' von Kid Ink

This is what they want, yeah
Yeah
You know I gotta keep it 100, 100 get it

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

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

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

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

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

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