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"100%"
(feat. Chris Brown & Kevin McCall)

"100%"
(feat. Chris Brown & Kevin McCall)



[Kid Ink]
Yeah
You know I gotta keep it (100)
(100) lets get it

Ok, I-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
Niggas 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 W
Still on that bullshit, I can't even utter you
Money's all I talk got a pocket full of honeydew
That'll make honey do anything I wanna,
Take her by the head, stone cold stunner, uh, baby
Rocking like the wire, high out my mind, I'm a frequent flier
It's CB and Tha Alumni got them hoes standing at attention like a drumline
Keep it 100 I would take all of you combined
Kid Ink but I do it big, plus size

[Hook]
G-G-Get it how I live it, come faster than I could spend it (spend it)
Money to the ceiling (ceiling), bitch I'm in the building
I-I-Ima giant in a room full of midgets (tell em)
Money talk so don't say nothing unless you talkin' bizness
100 percent (I go), 100 percent (I go), 100 percent (I go), 100 percent (I go)
100 percent (I go), 100 percent (I go), 100 percent (I go), 100 percent (I go)

Let me count this money, 1 million, 2 million
Put this up for up my new car, save that for my baby mama
And all you bums can keep the change

[Kevin McCall]
Beats I be serving, Saks Fifth splurging
Diamonds got so many cuts call my jeweler the surgeon
Ain't nobody fucking with me label me the virgin
I'm hot b-b-burning, like when you leave a perm in
Everywhere I go these hoes be digging in they purses for a Sharpie
Cause they tryin' get the autograph person
Little bit of coke mix with a lot of bourbon
Got your boy leaning sorry if my words slurin'
Swervin' in that DV9 on purpose
The roof disappear call it magic like Irvin Johnson
G-get up off my johnson, no more ridin' 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, bet it's 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]
G-G-Get it how I live it, come faster than I could spend it (spend it)
Money to the ceiling (ceiling), bitch I'm in the building
I-I-Ima giant in a room full of midgets (tell em)
Money talk so don't say nothing unless you talkin' bizness
100 percent (I go), 100 percent (I go), 100 percent (I go), 100 percent (I go)
100 percent (I go), 100 percent (I go), 100 percent (I go), 100 percent (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 wheat bread
Ladies say I'm long strokin' yeah that's what she said
Crib like a castle so I'm fucking on that king spread
Big balling, fuck a loft, and money turn me on
So I had to fuck it off, skinny ass niggas pockets looking so bulimic
And I'm never spill my drink, you can call me Tempur-Pedic
Allergic to the haters, addicted to the money
If you watching while I'm laughing cause all of you niggas funny
And they call me Action Jackson cause every d-day I'm stunting
And I'm writing hit songs like it's nothing
So nigga 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 nigga
And your flow is watered down than a drain ass nigga

[Hook]
G-G-Get it how I live it, come faster than I could spend it (spend it)
Money to the ceiling (ceiling), bitch I'm in the building
I-I-Ima giant in a room full of midgets (tell em)
Money talk so don't say nothing unless you talkin' bizness
100 percent (I go), 100 percent (I go), 100 percent (I go), 100 percent (I go)
100 percent (I go), 100 percent (I go), 100 percent (I go), 100 percent (I go)
 
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"360"
(feat. Meek Mill)

"360"
(feat. Meek Mill)



I tell em
360 [x3]
See the room spinnin round
360 [x3]
Watch the money fall down
360 [x3]
Baby turn that ass round,
360 [x3]

[Kid Ink:]
I know you see it go around
Money full circle
Blunt in full circles
Smoking on that color purple
On the beat I go silly real ugly mothafucka
Bitches love that I'm a rapper but she know I ain't a sucka
360
Look might break your neck
Everybody double take know I'm late on set
Got a pocket full of green faces like gumbi
Bout to take another round call it 720
Headed to the club gonna close in an hour
1 0 1 eastbound and down Kenny Powers
I just took off, face look sour
I could hear em scream my name like alvin
I am just sitting back reclined like calvin
High you can see it in my eyes like salmon
Doin way passed 60
Girl I think you just missed me

[Chorus:]
360 [x3]
See the room spin around
360 [x3]
Watch the money falling down
360 [x3]
Baby turn that ass around
360 [x3]

[Meek Mill:]
I say what goes around comes around
360
When it comes to bad bitches I keep three with me
One to fuck me good
One to suck me good
One that ride hard hold the work tuck it good
Only thing I wish I wish a mother fucker would
I am living life and get money like I fucking should
I am on another level that make you understood
Oh you ain't understanding
Nigga I am megan good
360
We make them 360
Popcorn looking like a box of rice krispies
If I don't make a rap, shit the feds gonna get me
Cause I'm a keep shining on these haters until they hit me
100 thousand dollar cat 20 dollars bills bitch I will be on that real shit
Trying to chase some mill shit
Just came back from Hollywood ill will to Will Smith
Right back to the hood where my goons just kill shit

[Chorus:]
360 [x3]
See the room spin around
360 [x3]
Watch the money falling down
360 [x3]
Baby turn that ass around
360 [x4]

[Kid Ink:]
I said bitch I'm the bomb, everything hundreds
Bout to take another round call in 900
Call me when you sitten home alone like macaulay
Bout to leave the club I don't know where the fuck the sun is
See me speeding threw the city like we racing in the summit
I ball mite cross over hop step dunk it
360
Leave a hoe open in the fast break
Why you think yo girl ain't called since the last date
(Ughh)
I'm gone, backspace poppin rozay
Redd caffe
Bunch of bitches on they tippy toes like ballet
Smokin all day have a eighth in the ash tray
Get ah good hit of this feeling like a face lift
I don't recycle motha fucka I'm wasted
I got a head like Gina
And my bitch got ah ass like Trina
So I tell em

[Chorus:]
360 [x3]
See the room spin around
360 [x3]
Watch the money falling down
360 [x3]
Baby turn that ass around
360 [x4]
 
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"About Mine"
(feat. Trey Songz)

"About Mine"
(feat. Trey Songz)



[Intro - Trey Songz & Kid Ink:]
She doin' it wrong
Egh!
Trigga, Trigga
It's Kid Ink
Mustard on the beat ho!

[Verse 1 - Trey Songz:]
In the club and this nigga looking at me kinda strange
I got the woman he love sippin' my champagne
But she ain't doin' nothin' wrong
She just fuckin' with a young, rich nigga
Tell that boy stop acting like a bitch nigga

[Hook - Trey Songz:]
You should get some money, why you bullshittin'?
You should get some money, why you bullshittin'?
My nigga you should get some money, why you bullshittin'?
I'm about mine, is you 'bout yours?
Girl I'm about mine, is you 'bout yours?

[Verse 2 - Kid Ink:]
You could bet that, check my stats
From way way back nigga we've been doing this
Same old clubs and the same bitches you just met
Nigga I ain't got time
If the bezel ain't diamonds, presi Obama
Pool in the Bahamas, black ferragamo
Need me some condoms, we fuckin' up commas, honest
Right now this rap shit is crackin' for me
If it didn't work out we'd be back to the streets
See life is a bitch crazier than Kelis
But I'm picturing money, my nigga say cheese
Feel fresh like Axe on me, nah y'ain't gotta put up no act for me
Your girlfriend already said you act so cheap

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Kid Ink:]
I'm about mine, tell me is you 'bout yours?
Yeah she say I'm a dog but she down on all fours
Yeah she down on the floor cause there's money all over
Then back on the pole with it
Now I got time, cause now I got change
Shit the cup got drank and we 'bout to get high girl
What did you think?
I say God to your dress but no you ain't no saint
Shit

[Verse 3 - Trey Songz:]
You know you coming to the crib girl ain't cha
You drinking all this liquor girl ain't cha
I'm feeling on your booty girl ain't I
Show you how to have a real good time
So bust it for me, elbows on your knees
We don't care who's lookin', Mustard on the beat

[Verse 4 - Kid Ink:]
Ball hard and yo' bitch tryna reach
No it ain't my fault that she's running through the streets
Dumb blonde, got you looking like a fool nigga
Said

[Hook]

[Outro - Trey Songz & Kid Ink:]
I got all bad bitches at my table
Where them gon' do it
All this money that I can't hold
Throw some, taunt it
Only bad bitches at my table
That's all I got
Which one of y'all I'ma take home
I'm about mine, is you 'bout yours?
Girl I'm about mine, is you 'bout yours?
You should get some money, why you bullshittin'?
 
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"Act Like That (3-Some)"

"Act Like That (3-Some)"


[Chorus:]
I said don't you act like that
Just let your freak out,
I think we should leave now
Don't you act like that
Tried something new
The things I'm a do to you
You too
Things I'm a do to you
You too
Things I'm a do to you, you
Had you running to your friends
Like, damn he the man
Might just let you get a chance girl

[Verse 1:]
Uh, I see you looking at your girlfriend
Yeah, I'm sayin' like she your girlfriend
Damn, you probably think I don't know
Keep it real, my mind is on the same dance
See you ain't gotta change the way you feel
Girl you still shine like stain
You still in my eyes but tonight let's make
A deal, going to the way to get the bill now
Some say, 3's a crowd but
I say, it's looking like a party now
Some say 2 hands are better than one
Sounds good to me, would you agree
I ain't tryin' to pressure you at all
But remember the night
When we first had to talk and
You said if you was drunk and
She was bad as fuck then
We could probably try something
'Till you had enough now

[Chorus:]
Don't you act like that
Just let your freak out,
I think we should leave now
Don't you act like that
Tried something new
The things I'm a do to you
You too
Things I'm a do to you
You too
Things I'm a do to you, you
Had you running to your friends
Like, damn he the man
Might just let you get a chance girl

[Verse 2:]
Some say what they wanna say
Just let me know if you want to wait
But I can tell, it's written all on your face
And it's no better to time or place
Bend now, tell me how does that sound
California king lay you both down
Huh, It's getting hot in here
Think I might just sit back and watch in here
Now don't you act like that
You know you the one girl
And it's only fun
You can't make it a personal vendetta
At the end of the day
You know you gonna get it better
So why sit and worry about tomorrow
After tonight steady lookin' at my phone
Seein' if she called girl
That ain't what I'm on
And you should already know

[Chorus:]
I said don't you act like that
Just let your freak out,
I think we should leave now
Don't you act like that
Tried something new
The things I'm a do to you
You too
Things I'm a do to you
You too
Things I'm a do to you, you
Had you running to your friends
Like, damn he the man
Might just let you get a chance girl
 
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"Aw Yeah"

"Aw Yeah"


Yeah, Whoop

[Hook]
Ah ah aw yeah
You can tell em that its aw yeah
Came threw deep, everybody's all here
You ain't got to count it cause the money's all there, aw yeah

[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
Aw yeah, tell 'em it my year
Tell 'em its my life it's more than a career
I was made for it, paid for it, slaved for it
Third times a charms so I went and bought a chain for it
Alumni, dumb high, you know what it is
West side, bad day, all up in this bitch
Got my wheels up, take off how many more I got to break off
Show yall that I ain't soft, think I might go A-Wall
Still I rest no stress
Come alive from the S.L.S
Front line nigga fuck who next
Head shots, fuck your vest
Case closed I'm killin the game
Everybody's feelin the same
Grab an umbrella cuz you bout to feel my rain

[Hook]
Aw yeah
You can tell them its aw yeah
Came threw deep, everybody's all here
You ain't got to count it cause the money's all there, aw yeah
Aw yeah, yeah, yeah
Ah ah aw yeah, yeah, yeah [x2]
You can tell em that it's aw yeah, aw yeah

[Verse 2: Kid Ink]
Think I'm bout to do it, rest of y'all comin up short like chewy
Lately I've been on my great list, this is just the basics
So just sit back and wait but if you think you want some come try
You know what I'm on
Got my dog pound, one bitch, bad to the bone
Can't keep this up, no outlet
Off it, and aw shit
I'm on one, two blunts
Tell them we auction
Aw yeah, nothin but stars here, we bout to call out 2,3 Tarheels
Man you can't fuck with my team, you already know the dream
Baby let me hear you scream

[Hook]
Aw yeah
You can tell them its aw yeah
Came threw deep, everybody's all here
You ain't got to count it cause the money's all there, aw yeah
Aw yeah, yeah, yeah
Ah ah aw yeah, yeah, yeah [x2]
You can tell em that it's aw yeah, aw yeah
Aw yeah, yeah, yeah
Ah ah aw yeah, yeah, yeah [x2]
You can tell em that it's aw yeah, aw yeah
 
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"Bad Ass (Remix)"
(feat. Meek Mill & Wale)

"Bad Ass (Remix)"
(feat. Meek Mill & Wale)



[Hook: Kid Ink]
I'm feeling like a man of the hour, tear down the house (remix)
Throwin' this money like it's no running out
Okay, but I wanna know, can you get any higher? (let's go)
And drop it down the pole like it's a fire
Now let me see just what you're doing with your bad ass
I can't help but watch you move it with your bad ass
Let me see just what you're doing with your bad ass (yeah)
I can't help but watch you move it with your bad ass (egh)

[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
I'm feeling like the man of the hour, but give me a minute
I'll be the man of the year, before the season is finished
I’m on a hunt for that ass, sazerac pool in your stomach
I hope you know how to swim before I drown you in money
Now girl I ain't even counting, never been into math
You got me going so broke I think that I need a cash
Just throw it all in the air and in yo face like a mask
I got a couple freaky things I dont know if I could ask you
Now come over here and show me that you bad
Straight out detention, no pretending, I can see in yo calves
You got the strength to hold it up and don’t you ever collapse
So high I think I’m about to relapse

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Wale]
I'm the man of the hour
Money and power
And the humble ain't feed me so I got that Geechi shit out me
And the city is ours
Where the killers devour
Where the niggas lift Smith ands and the victims lift a few flowers
Okay what I see dog you and me not cool
Bet they be loud when I leave out room
Knowing how you move how you got good shoes
When the heat on niggas be like pyoom
Young nigga with some old riches
And the coldest women I be with weave on Necole Bitchie's
The broad let me I sweat it out like P90 get me doe
And I'm sure she's got them cakes but I'm trying to see that throat
35-o-o my coat
We high choking on that dope
Turn around girl let a nigga know
Double M Young Olu ghost

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
I'm feelin' like the man of the hour, host of the evening
These niggas is haters they know that we eatin'
I got a bitch she Jamaican, fuck her slow when we speackin'
I get your chick and I take her, talkin' Cabo for the weekend
I'm just a young nigga outchea ballin'
All these bad bitches callin'
Rollie all flooded to New Orleans
And a big Rolls Royces, can't park it
Got gold rims on my Ash Martin
And I'm rollin' up in that foreign
I said all my bitches half foreign
You could run tell that ask Martin, hold up
I flex hard on Instagram, post your bitch goin insta-ham
Pyrex pot that's insta-grams
Drop that work that's insta-bands
And I'm sittin' man, on a couple mill
Swear my life's so fuckin' real
Back to the wall like fuck the world
A nigga say fuck me, I'mma fuck his girl like woah

[Outro]
Now let me see just what you're doing with your bad ass
I can't help but watch you move it with your bad ass
Let me see just what you're doing with your bad ass
I can't help but watch you move it with your bad ass
 
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"Badass"

"Badass"



I'm feeling like the man of the hour, tear down the house,
Throwing this money like it's no running out.
Okay, but I wanna know, can you get any higher,
And drop it down the pole like it's a fire.
Now let me see just what you're doing with your bad ass,
I can't help but watch you moving with your bad ass,
Let me see just what you're doing with your bad ass,
I can't help but watch you moving with your bad ass.

I'm feeling like a man of the hour, host of the evening,
But girl it's your show, now bring it back, rerun.
I got pockets of hundreds, they say that change is irrelevant,
Looking up in the sky I say I love watching you elevate.
Getting high as you ever been, we're getting hella bent,
Ball so hard, I deserve me a Letterman.
Man, let me see that cake, cake, cake,
Like enemy's ass up, gonna take it down like a sedative.
That's a negative, ain't nobody wetter than her,
Better get familiar like a motherfucking relative.
Know you see the fireworks, you looking where my section is,
All this money falling in the air like it's confetti, bitch.

I'm feeling like the man of the hour, tear down the house,
Throwing this money like it's no running out.
Okay, but I wanna know, can you get any higher,
And drop it down the pole like it's a fire.
Now let me see just what you're doing with your bad ass,
I can't help but watch you moving with your bad ass,
Let me see just what you're doing with your bad ass,
I can't help but watch you moving with your bad ass.
 
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"Bank"

"Bank"



I bring in the cash on a fuckin' crane
I lost count again, who's to fuckin' blame?
Count that shit
I just blew a crib on a fuckin' chain
I do what I want, I'm the fuckin' bank
I bring in the cash on a fuckin' crane
I lost count again (flip that shit)
I just fucked two girls on a fuckin' plane
I do what I want, I'm the fuckin' bank
I'm the fuckin' bank
(I do what I want) I'm the fuckin' bank
Tell your bitch to hurry with my fuckin' chains
I do what I want, I'm the fuckin' bank (okay)

I do what I want, I'm the fuckin' bank
Watch me run it up, baby you can chase
I sell water to a whale then take that shit to Wells
Teller, what's the balance? She say that you're doin' well
Well, well, doin' well, 'member back when we was broke?
No, no, I must add the mention, niggas gettin' old
Oh, oh, niggas hit me up like I'm the ATM
And I check my bank account more than you check your Instagram
Grams on top of grams on top of grams of all this fuckin' dank
Jump in, dive in, swim into the money, walk me to the plank
Since a youngin' I've been tryna eat, show me where the plate
I'm just tryna eat, let me say my grace

I bring in the cash on a fuckin' crane
I lost count again, who's to fuckin' blame?
Count that shit
I just blew a crib on a fuckin' chain
I do what I want, I'm the fuckin' bank
I bring in the cash on a fuckin' crane
I lost count again, flip that shit
I just fucked two girls on a fuckin' plane
I do what I want, I'm the fuckin' bank
I'm the fuckin' bank
I'm the fuckin' bank
Tell your bitch to hurry with my fuckin' chains
I do what I want, I'm the fuckin' bank

I do what I want, act an ass in this bitch
I done lost count again, seen the ass on my chick
All these bitches here, nobody even asked for the address
Countin' all this dirty money got my house in a mess
Message after message, pretty clear just check your texts
I still know niggas with kis that's givin' out piano lessons
Said that's some shit you ain't know, your party I will rain on
Watch it disappear, I make it come right back, shit David Blaine, oh
Whip it, horseback ridin' in the 'Rari
I'm Usain runnin' through my city for coins like Mario
Every time I party at the crib, it's like Mardi Gras
Baby throw that money maker, I'm just tryna withdraw

I bring in the cash on a fuckin' crane
I lost count again, who's to fuckin' blame?
Count that shit
I just blew a crib on a fuckin' chain
I do what I want, I'm the fuckin' bank
I bring in the cash on a fuckin' crane
I lost count again, flip that shit
I just fucked two girls on a fuckin' plane
I do what I want, I'm the fuckin' bank
I'm the fuckin' bank
I'm the fuckin' bank
Tell your bitch to hurry with my fuckin' chains
I do what I want, I'm the fuckin' bank
 
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"Bathroom"
(feat. Gudda Gudda)

"Bathroom"
(feat. Gudda Gudda)



Yeah, uh
Everybody follow me
Back home, it's a afterparty; full of bad hoes
Bunch of drink, grass smoke
You can do them other drugs in the bathroom
Follow me, back home, it's a afterparty; full of bad hoes
Bunch of drink, grass smoke
You can do them other drugs in the bathroom

Cause I'm tryna keep it on the low girl
Breezy, and I'm livin in a cold world
Try to get in, gotta know the code word
And I'll take one, but girl you gotta go first
Whole room movin like a lava lamp
Club full of bad girls, no oxygen
And you know it's goin down, NASDAQ
Kobe on the blunt, you gotta pass that
We don't smoke those, you can ash that
I'm in the bathroom hidin from cash stacks
Dro's here but I'm a need a cap back
I got my money right, since you comparin that

Follow me, back home, it's a afterparty; full of bad hoes
Bunch of drink, grass smoke
You can do them other drugs in the bathroom
Follow me, back home, it's a afterparty; full of bad hoes
Bunch of drink, grass smoke
You can do them other drugs in the bathroom
(Dj Rockstar)

I got they hands up, like a classroom
Can't see me like I got a mask on
Girls straight off the cover of Maxim
It's snow bunnies here, like we in Alaska
White girls, dike girls
And she told you that she don't even like girls
Lion ass, I make that kitty purr
Since you can bring it back, go on hit reverse
It ain't no Grenades, land mines
Gotta blend in, camoflauge
You trippin girl, this ain't a altoid
But it got me feelin like a cocaine cowboy

Follow me, back home, it's a afterparty; full of bad hoes
Bunch of drink, grass smoke
You can do them other drugs in the bathroom
Follow me, back home, it's a afterparty; full of bad hoes
Bunch of drink, grass smoke
You can do them other drugs in the bathroom

Money on my mind, what the fuck should I be thinkin bout
Purple drank and two Styrofoam is what I'm drinkin on
The party's poppin, as well as pills
I'm geeked bitch, the whole damn party's outta control
I'm in the bathroom with a freak bitch
Gudda hoe, yea that's my name
Don't look at me, look at my chain
Walk in the party, shut down the party then pile the hoes in the black Range
All black Attire, I'm the bat man
In the batmobile, doors up bat wings
I get a lot of money, what are you doin
The hoes think I'm crazy, couple screws loose and
I party hard, we ain't sleepin till next afternoon
So follow me and swallow me it's a party in the bathroom

Follow me, back home, it's a afterparty; full of bad hoes
Bunch of drink, grass smoke
You can do them other drugs in the bathroom
Follow me, back home, it's a afterparty; full of bad hoes
Bunch of drink, grass smoke
You can do them other drugs in the bathroom
 
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