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[Intro]

K-K-K-K-K-Mac, K-Mac

[Verse 1: Kevin McCall]

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 (Cursive)

Little bit of Coke mixed with a lot of bourbon (Bourbon)

Got your boy leanin', sorry if my words slurrin' (Slurrin')

Swervin' in that DB9 on purpose (Purpose)

The roof disappear, call it magic like Irving (Irving) Johnson

Get-Get up off my johnson (Okay, okay)

No more ridin' dick, shawty, this ain't magic mountain

I've been (Woah) killin', killin' every song that I been spittin' on

And if I ain't spittin', bet it's somethin' that I've 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

[Chorus: Kevin McCall, Kid Ink, Kevin McCall & Kid Ink]

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)

A hundred percent, I go

A hundred percent, I go

A hundred percent, I go

A hundred percent, I go (One hunnid)

A hundred percent, I go

A hundred percent, I go (One hunnid)

A hundred percent, I go

A hundred percent, 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 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

Haha, 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-ass nigga

And your flow is watered down than a drain-ass nigga

[Chorus: Kevin McCall, Kid Ink, Kevin McCall & Kid Ink]

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)

A hundred percent, I go

A hundred percent, I go

A hundred percent, I go

A hundred percent, I go (One hunnid)

A hundred percent, I go

A hundred percent, I go (One hunnid)

A hundred percent, I go

A hundred percent, I go