Kevin McCall - 100% lyrics

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Kevin McCall - 100% lyrics

[Verse 1: Kevin McCall] Beats I be serving, s** beefs splurging Diamonds got so many cuts, call my j**eller the surgeon Ain't nobody f**ing with me, label me the virgin I'm hot burning, like when you leave a perm in Everywhere I go these hoes be digging in they purses for a Sharpie Cause they tryna get the autograph in cursive Little bit of Coke mixed with a lot of bourbon Got your boy leaning, sorry if my words slurring Swerving in that DB9 on purpose The roof disappear, call it magic like Earvin Johnson Get up off my johnson, no more riding dick Shawty this ain't magic mountain I've been k**ing, k**ing 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 sh**ting on [Chorus: Kevin McCall] Get it how I live it, come faster than I could spend it Money to the ceiling, b**h I'm in the building I'm a giant in the room full of midgets, tell her Money talks so don't say nothing unless you talking business 100%, I go 100%, I go 100%, I go 100%, I go 100%, I go 100%, I go 100%, I go 100%, I go [Interlude: Kevin McCall] 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 [Verse 2: 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 stroking, yeah that's what she said Crib like a castle so I'm f**ing on that king spread Haha, big balling, f** a loft And money turn me on so I had to f** it off Skinny a** n******gs pockets looking so bulimic And I never spill my drink, you can call me Tempur-Pedic Allergic to the haters, addicted to the money You watching while I'm laughing cause all of you n***as funny And they call me Action Jackson cause every day I'm stunting And I'm writing hit songs like it's nothing So n***a you bugging, fronting, what you think this is ho? Paparazzi tryna pop me everywhere that Chris go Never been no s**er no lame mad n***a And your flow is more watered down than a drain a** n***a [Chorus: Kevin McCall] Get it how I live it, come faster than I could spend it Money to the ceiling, b**h I'm in the building I'm a giant in the room full of midgets, tell her Money talks so don't say nothing unless you talking business 100%, I go 100%, I go 100%, I go 100%, I go 100%, I go 100%, I go 100%, I go 100%, I go