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100% Lyrics - Artist : Brown, Chris
K-K-K-K-K-Mac, K-Mac
Beats I be servin' (Okay), Saks Fifth splurgin' Diamonds got so many cuts, call my jeweler the surgeon (Surge') Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, label me the virgin (Ah) I'm hot, b-b-burnin' like when you leave a perm in Everywhere I go, these hoes be diggin' in they purses for a Sharpie 'Cause they tryna get the autograph in cursive (Okay) Little bit of Coke mixed with a lot of bourbon (Okay) Got your boy leanin', sorry if my words slurrin' Swervin' in that DB9 on purpose The roof disappear, call it magic like Earvin Johnson Get-get up off my johnson (Okay, okay) No more ridin' dick, shawty, this ain't magic mountain I've been (Whoa) killin', killin' every song that I been spittin' on And if I ain't spittin', bet it's somethin' that I written on (Yeah) Can't even say it was a long road gettin' on Only took a year and a half and now I'm shittin' on 'em G-g-get it how I live it, come faster than I could spend it (Spend it) Money to the ceilin' (Ceilin'), bitch, I'm in the buildin' (Yeah) I-I-I'm a giant in the room full of midgets (Tell 'em) Money talks so don't say nothin' 'less you talkin' business (Woo) 100%, I go, 100%, I go 100%, I go, 100%, I go (100) 100%, I go, 100%, I go (100) 100%, I go, 100%, I go Lemme count this money One million, two million Put this up for my new car Save that for my baby momma And all you bums can keep the change Yeah, I got them bulletproof 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 fuckin' on that king spread Ha ha, big ballin', fuck a loft And money turn me on so I had to fuck it off Skinny ass nigga's pockets lookin' so bulimic And I never spill my drink, you can call me Tempur-Pedic Allergic to the haters, addicted to the money You askin' why I'm laughin' 'cause all of you niggas funny And they call me Action Jackson 'cause every d-day I'm stuntin' And I'm writin' hit songs like it's nothin' So nigga, you buggin', frontin', what you think this is, ho? Paparazzi tryna 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 G-g-get it how I live it, come faster than I could spend it (Spend it) Money to the ceilin' (Ceilin'), bitch, I'm in the buildin' (Yeah) I-I-I'm a giant in the room full of midgets (Tell 'em) Money talks so don't say nothin' 'less you talkin' business (Woo) 100%, I go, 100%, I go 100%, I go, 100%, I go (100) 100%, I go, 100%, I go (100) 100%, I go, 100%, I go |
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