Miami lyrics - Kid Ink

Neezy

I took a molly in Miami, that's a wet dream (Wet dream)

Rippin' through the water on the jetski, yeah (Jetski)

Spent the night at Tootsies, got the best sleep, yeah

While I watch you politic an' with a bestie, yeah

I just got back to LA up on a jet stream

Hear the money talking through the chest piece

Wish they'd free my dawg, that's a pet peeve

I'mma still be here where you left me

(Where you left)

Catch me speedin' through the city like I'm runnin' late (Runnin' late)

If they pull me over, tell' em don't spray

Tryna make a play, it's been a slow day

(Slow day)

Fell in love with money, that's my soulmate

Duckin' through the melee

M-I-A on vay-cay

Drink so much need AA

Friday just like day-day

Niggas try hop on the wave, get your durag

Made this money, still the same

Thought you knew that, baby

I got all them hoes loose, on the cloud like Goku

Tell me how you runnin' shit when I'm the one you go through

Niggas fake as tofu

Hunnids I just count through

We can get it poppin' babe, just make sure that you don't chew up

I took a molly in Miami, that's a wet dream (Wet dream)

Rippin' through the water on the jetski, yeah (Jetski)

Spent the night at Tootsies, got the best sleep, yeah

While I watch you politic an' with a bestie, yeah

I just got back to LA up on a jet stream

Hear the money talking through the chest piece

Wish they'd free my dawg, that's a pet peeve

I'mma still be here where you left me

(Where you left)

Yeah, with the city on lock

Fuck them all, I'm tryna rocket for that shit, leave 'em dry

We see the stars every night in the back seat of the Rolls

Lately I've been gettin' high just tryna balance the lows

Fresh OZ of that OG

Baby, sit right here and roll some

Vibin' still the same and we ain't takin' shit from no one

Water by the ocean, we've been Michael Dosha

Energy is faultin', molly got her open

Throw that back up, let it slow spin

Ayy, drippin' wet, I just dove in

Ayy, I ain't never been one to nag

Its more than rap, ain't no cap

If I said that shit on wax

It's a fact

I took a molly in Miami, that's a wet dream (Wet dream)

Rippin' through the water on the jetski, yeah (Jetski)

Spent the night at Tootsies got the best sleep, yeah

While I watch you politic an' with a bestie, yeah

I just got back to LA up on a jet stream

Hear the money talking through the chest piece

Wish they'd free my dawg, that's a pet peave

I'mma still be here where you left me

(Wish they'd free my dawg)

My City lyrics - Kid Ink (feat. Killa Kyleon, Red Cafe & Machine Gun Kelly)

[Kid Ink:]

Yeah, uh

When you come to my town, see we do it big in my city

We can get this whole block shut down

When you come to my town, see a couple things that ain't pretty

I apologize if it gets wild

But we gotta represent ours

We gotta represent ours

We gotta represent ours

We gotta represent ours

When you come to my City

Welcome to my city

Palm trees, find me; High as a hippie

20 for the chucks, 'nother 20 for the dickies

If you see them Boys in the Hood like Kenny better run like Ricky

Snapback, hat back, quick tell 'em that we run LA; Track practice

Now, you know where I'm at you ain't gotta mapquest

Ridin' down Hollywood, lookin' for a Actress

Tell 'em that it goes

Thursday, eat in, Friday, my house, Saturday, Crenshaw, Sunday back at my house

Rollin' in a 64, somewhere down, 64

Headed to the Jungles to the Don, See my nigga?

Oh

Born and Raised, I am no pretender

Niggas know I came from the gutter like Splinter

And I got Nina on my hip like a side chick

Anybody ask tell 'em that it's Westside bitch!

When you come to my town, see we do it big in my city

We can get this whole block shut down

When you come to my town, see a couple things that ain't pretty

I apologize if it gets wild

But we gotta represent ours

We gotta represent ours

We gotta represent ours

We gotta represent ours

When you come to my City

[Killa Kyleon:]

H-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S

Am I trill bet they say yes, I'm that cat that they say next

HNIC I keep it G, just like that V I'm at they neck

I'm a creature not Aretha but I do get my respect

Run these tracks, lace up my Nikes; So I can go chase these checks

When I get mine I'mma thank my grind, walk in that bank, give Chase my check

Cash my shit, due self I split it

Hop in that slab better brace yo neck, All eyes on me includin' yo bitch

If you want that ho keep yo ho checked

Paint so wet that I gotta rock trunks

We roll slabs and we don't do dunks

Shoes be four's and they don't be pumps

We smoke Kush and we don't do bump

FN cocked and we don't do pumps

One false move that'll get you slumped

City of the Syrup where we sip that lean

Put a 4 in that 20 and we on that punch

[Kid Ink:]

When you come to my town, see we do it big in my city

We can get this whole block shut down

When you come to my town, see a couple things that ain't pretty

I apologize if it gets wild

But we gotta represent ours

We gotta represent ours

We gotta represent ours

We gotta represent ours

When you come to my City

[Red Cafe:]

Cadillac 24's, smoke tint, stash box

Timberland, Pelle Pelle, Gucci Belt, strap slot

New York, I said it New York

Better show respect when you come to my city take yo shoes off

I am at the toll booth, collectin' my payment

Hottest in the hood got my name carved on the pavement

My niggas is A-List, in the corner office, somethin' like royalty, princess in my crosses

Hoes got 'em lined up, bitch take a number

These lames layin' paper on 'em I be layin' lumber

In the Rotten Apple, ballin' like a Knickerbocker

Now you can meet the Fockers; or you can meet the choppas

Rat-A-Tat-Tat-Tat

Tat, Tat, all my niggas in the 'Rack

Drop that oil in that water, whip it up it's right back

In the Coup bulletproof, Ah, boy hood approved

No limit money, they hollerin' Hooty-Hoo

[Kid Ink:]

When you come to my town, see we do it big in my city

We can get this whole block shut down

When you come to my town, see a couple things that ain't pretty

I apologize if it gets wild

But we gotta represent ours

We gotta represent ours

We gotta represent ours

We gotta represent ours

When you come to my City

[Machine Gun Kelly:]

Kells, from the city where, outta towners get jumped no Nike Airs

Buyin' a bottle in the club and throwin' off another because a motherfucker plottin' over my chair

And it's my year, this my day, me and all the boys all Smokey like Friday

Hit the Eastside turn in the driveway, but I got power in the West, Kanye

My city taught me to speak that talk

How to crack that stove when that heat turned off

How to rock my Chucks till my feet fall off

What to do when the lights in the streets went off

I'll D-I-E for the Orange and Brown

LeBron left, I took that crown!

Everyday on tour, but the 7-1 North tattooed let me know I'm Cleveland bound

I'mma Midwest boy, salute my team, EST over everything

THC up in all my green, lit it up for the people in the middle of the

HOLD UP!

Lace up bitch, Lace up bitch

Anybody hate come taste it bitch

Two white balls and a head above yo neck, that's called a facial BIATCH!

[Kid Ink:]

See we do it big in my city, we can get this whole block shut down

My Name lyrics - K1NG & Kid Ink

(Crumz on the beat)

Won't you talk to me?

Your silence is so loud, it's got me going crazy

In my head

You need honesty

For me it's not that easy, girl, it's complicated

Girl, I swear

That living without you is bringing me down

Bring me down, oh yeah

I need you ringing me down

I need you ringing me down, oh yeah

Ringing me down

All the way down

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Girl, why don't you ring my phone?

I need to hear the ringtone, oh yeah

Calling my name, oh yeah

Calling my name, oh yeah

You know I need you, baby

You know I need you, baby, oh

Calling my name, oh yeah

Calling my name, oh yeah

Kid Ink

You know I need you

Everyday when we rolling up the reefer

Baby so LA like the Lakers

How you just disappear like eureka?

I know I give you reasons

But we both got problems trying to keep it even

You know sometimes you been switching with the seasons

Maybe we should take a trip before it's serious

But you ain't got to move away

Ain't hard, I can see you in a mood today

Put your 90's on and let the music play

Let me know what to do to get you to stay

Just try to cut me up a lil slack

Ain't Keenan, ain't no need for all that

All the homies saying I need to fall back

Can't lie, I been waiting for you to call back

Girl, why don't you ring my phone?

I need to hear that ringtone, oh yeah

Calling my name, oh yeah

Calling my name, oh yeah

You know I need you, baby

You know I need you, baby, oh

Calling my name, oh yeah

Calling my name, oh yeah

Girl, why don't you ring my phone?

I need to hear that ringtone, oh yeah

Calling my name, oh yeah

Calling my name, oh yeah

You know I need you, baby

You know I need you, baby, oh

Calling my name, oh yeah

Calling my name, oh yeah

Girl, why don't you ring my phone?

I need to hear that ringtone

Girl, why don't you ring my phone?

I need to hear that ringtone

Mykonos Flow lyrics - Kid Ink

Ayo, Boss, it's time to get this money

Ayy

Mykonos flow outside on a boat

Got the Caesar with the waves

Seaside with your ho

B-side on the record, I'm the man where I go

No plan, just know I bring sand where I go

Don't smoke 'til I rolled, and they all want smoke

Better watch who close 'cause they all my folks

Just sand on the Rick, girl, I'm the man where I go

New plan, when I dropped a couple bands on the floor (Ooh, ooh)

Okay, okay, in this bitch

Middle fingers twisted up all day (West side), in the pictures

How the hell they really let a couple villains in the villas? (Wait)

Made it out the slums and I brought the whole village (Let's go)

From the window to the wall (Wall)

From the floor to the ceiling

With your ratchet ass friends, let's go, GloRilla (Let's go)

See me lookin' like Meek when I'm on the four-wheeler (Ha, argh)

Bodied up a bag, I'm a contract killer

And I know you got a few bikinis (Ooh)

We can dip to Santorini (Yeah)

Some ride sippin' on Bellinis (Yeah)

Hookah smoke, it lookin' like a genie (Hol' up)

K-I 3, call plays on the PG

Everything you need, baby, don't be greedy (No, no)

I'ma keep it straight with you, no misleadin' (Woah)

Probably need less champagne, more Fiji (Yee, yee)

Money talkin' to the dead, no ouija (Ouija)

Mykonos flow outside on a boat

Got the Caesar with the waves

Seaside with your ho

B-side on the record, I'm the man where I go

No plan, just know I bring sand where I go

Don't smoke 'til I rolled, and they all want smoke

Better watch who close 'cause they all my folks

Just sand on the Rick, girl, I'm the man where I go

New plan, when I dropped a couple bands on the floor (Ooh, ooh)

Well, perfect timin' (Timin')

Tryna be in Greece this summer like Giannis (Yeah)

Put it on God, got everything he promised (Amen)

I ain't even flex yet, just bein' modest (Ooh, ooh)

Put you in first class, sittin' with the finest

Redeye (Yeah), paid for a ticket with the mileage (Wait)

Pack when I land, bro did me a solid (Ayy)

Don Julio in new Tommy

Got me waved up (Ooh)

Kid Cudi, on my rager (Oh, yeah)

Ain't one story made up (Uh)

Playin' with the majors, everything guaranteed

We don't take no pay cuts

Pay up, I'm runnin' out of patience (West side)

Ooh, ha, ha, ha (Boat, boat)

Ha, ha (Ayy)

Ayy, ho, ho

Ha, ha, ha (Ayy, how I go, woah)

Ayy, ayy, ayy (See, I)

Go, go

Go, go (They all want smoke), ah, ooh

Go, go, go, go-go (Ooh)

Go, go, go, go (Yeah, land where I go), ah, ooh

Go, go, go

Nasty lyrics - Kid Ink (feat. Jeremih & Spice)

[Kid Ink:]

Diamond Cartier, got a blang on my fist

Lighter in my hand, colored strain in my swish

Niggas be like "damn, boy you get it and you flex"

I just be like "nah, I just get it how I live" (Ah yeah, yeah)

Pull up real fast, on my curb (SKKRT)

0 to 100 when I swang and I swerve

See them niggas hate

But they never say a word

If I play her to the left

Bet I make her wanna flirt (oh yeah, yeah)

You know just how to move that little derrière

Slim thick, gon' throw it to me like a hail mary

Hell yeah, I love it when you nasty

And staring at that ass whenever you pass me

[Kid Ink & Jeremih:]

Ooooooooo Oooooooo

I like you when you nasty

I like you when you nasty

I like you when you nasty (yeah yeah yeah yeah)

Ooooooooo Oooooooo

I like you when you nasty

I like you when you nasty

I like you when you nasty

[Jeremih:]

Yeah

I like you when you nasty

Like some of my girls ghetto and classy

Hit you from the back in back of the backseat

Hydraulics how we tippin' the wagon (Aw yeah)

I'm with a freak in the sheets

Big booty, tip drill like the Jam of The Week

She always wanna ride til she fallin' asleep

808 pounding it like I'm makin' a beat (Ooh)

So I swear I can't control when I hit it

Whip it cake batter in the bowl how I lick it

Like cheerleader on the pole when she split it

If she throw that ass I'ma throw that ass some digits (yeah yeah oh yeah)

[Kid Ink & Jeremih:]

Ooooooooo Oooooooo

I like you when you nasty

I like you when you nasty

I like you when you nasty (yeah yeah yeah yeah)

Ooooooooo Oooooooo

I like you when you nasty

I like you when you nasty

I like you when you nasty

[Kid Ink:]

I see you on the sideline, workin' on your game

I could put you in the zone, I could help you make a play

It's something 'bout that champagne get you in a state

LA attitude and Atlanta in the waist, (aww nah nah)

Don't waste nothin' in yo' cup

Class just started and we movin' to the sub

It's a movie, check IMDb for the cast

I talk with my money and you talkin' out your ass

Blah, blah, blah

Said you could tell them other bitches bye-bye

Lemme get you city high, brown eyes, 5'5"

5'7" in them heels, go on get them thangs on

Freak of the week, we all singing the same song

[Kid Ink & Jeremih:]

Ooooooooo Oooooooo

I like you when you nasty

I like you when you nasty

I like you when you nasty (yeah yeah yeah yeah)

Ooooooooo Oooooooo

I like you when you nasty

I like you when you nasty

I like you when you nasty

[Spice:]

I saw you like it when me gwan bout and get nasty

Ass a shake up so you like when me twerk it

I saw you like it when me gwan bout and get nasty

Ass a shake up so you like when me twerk it

I saw you like it when me gwan bout and get nasty

Ass a shake up

I saw you like it when me gwan bout and get nasty

Ass a shake (ooooooooooh)

[Kid Ink & Jeremih:]

Ooooooooo Oooooooo

I like you when you nasty

I like you when you nasty

I like you when you nasty (yeah yeah yeah yeah)

Ooooooooo Oooooooo

I like you when you nasty

I like you when you nasty

I like you when you nasty

Neat lyrics - Kid Ink

Yeah

Do it for the gang (Yeah, yeah)

What I'm sayin' (Yeah, yeah)

Neat (Yeah)

Fill up my glass with 42 (Neat)

I got the cash stacked up to my knee

Don't need to pass, I'm good with my feet

I been a stepper, no steppin' on me

Fill up my glass with 42 (Neat)

Where did I pour up, my niggas look weak

You got a Grammy 'cause nigga you shee-

[?] they give me a milli, feliz

Now you ain't see me, the show is in Greece

Took a day game, he go right to the piece

You wanna talk to the boss or just me?

I don't be talkin' to niggas, capiche?

No, I ain't playin' a lesson for keeps

You need a hook and I go Korean

I know what I gotta do for the team

I come from Cali, it's more than a dream

Neat (Yeah)

Fill up my glass with 42 (Neat)

I got the cash stacked up to my knee

Don't need to pass, I'm good with my feet

I been a stepper, no steppin' on me

Quick off the Flash

I'm runnin' the math

Countin' the cash

I'm stackin' it (Neat)

I got a grabber

I tell my lil baby to roll up a blunt and make sure it's neat

I brought some sand with me to the beach

She got it waxed, the pussy is neat

Neat, like I'm OCD (Aye, wait)

Nigga, who let 'em in

Hoodie on vitamins

Put some respect on my name like a veteran

Baby, I'm just gettin' back in my element

How all this life finna feel like a ketamine?

Born out the posers, man they just pretend it

I got these tattoos all over my body

The show where I come from, I never forget it (Uh)

Started this shit at sixteen (Uh)

Got 'em touched up, now they neat (Uh)

Tell 'em I can't stop and I won't stop for my young cousin Nee

Feel like my life is complete

I find that beauty got love over a beast

Only thing left that I need is the tree

Smokin' on Calius more than them

Neat (Yeah)

Fill up my glass with 42 (Neat)

I got the cash stacked up to my knee

Don't need to pass, I'm good with my feet

I been a stepper, no steppin' on me

Neva Eva lyrics - Kid Ink

I said you're the one that I want

And I'll neva eva leave you alone

Neva leave you lone,

Girl I won't

So I neva eva,

I'll neva baby

you ain't gotta worry bout' a thing, no

you ain't gotta worry bout' a thing, no

you ain't gotta worry bout' a thing, no

I'll be right back babe

I'll be right back, Oooh.

Yeah, you ain't gotta worry

Girl, Ima always hold you down like merece

I know I'll be in and out like service

But I ain't neva give you reasons to be nervous

Talkin bout' you heard this

You believe that?

Your mind's runnin' girl, I think you need to relax

I know that chu miss me

I'm tryna handle bussiness

I'm not tryna be a mistery

So why you acting like Sherlock Holmes

girl I mean it when I tell you I'll be coming back home

So don't wake up now,

you be extra good without your makeup, yeah

And you can put it on my tag

And when I get there Ima put it on that ass

You can have anything you want

I swear this is more than a hunch

I said you're the one that I want

And I'll neva eva leave you alone

Neva leave you lone,

Girl I won't

So I neva eva,

I'll neva baby

you ain't gotta worry bout' a thing, no

you ain't gotta worry bout' a thing, no

you ain't gotta worry bout' a thing, no

I'll be right back babe

I'll be right back, Oooh.

Yeah, god is my witness

I'm sure that chu don't think I could tell the difference

but believe me girl I do pay attention

And I will not compare you to any other bitches, naww

It's obvious you better

And I appreciate it

That other shit don't matter

The plan gotta go

It's accordedly

it sound like you thinkin' bout them bitches,

more than me

Only thing I'm cuttin' down is the money tree

Girl we gotta stick together

hunny bee

You got the smile of a sunny D

And I'm a packrat

I won't throw it away

So before you get all fed up,

Do like 2pac said, try to keep yo head up

Think about everything we've been through

Where's all the trust

I need you to adjust it

you're the one that I want

And I'll neva eva leave you alone

Neva leave you lone,

Girl I won't

So I neva eva,

I'll neva baby

you ain't gotta worry bout' a thing, no

you ain't gotta worry bout' a thing, no

you ain't gotta worry bout' a thing, no

I'll be right back babe

I'll be right back, Oooh.

No Stones lyrics - Kid Ink (feat. Casey Veggies)

[Intro:]

CashMoneyAP

[Kid Ink:]

Ooh

Everybody showin' out in my section (Hey)

All these bitches tryna get our attention (Yeah)

One more shot, I know I should not mix this (Wait)

You say, "It's gettin' late", but we see time different

I ain't puttin' no stones in my Patek

Tryna show you different kinda flex (Uh)

Damn, I think I need lil' shawty sex (Sex)

We gon' keep it goin', night 'til the morning

Yeah, that's a flex (That's a flex)

Papi got them flockin' out the nest (Brr, oh)

You can tell the vibe from how I dress (How I dress)

Most these niggas copies in the flesh (God damn, ayy)

Hundred shots like Dolph

Quarter pound on deck

Break bread with' my dawg

Told the nigga, "You next" (You next)

I flooded the Rollie (Rollie), but not the Patek

Heard you been running your mouth

Watch how I run up a check (Check)

Took my baby shoppin', I might do a lil' too

Gave her a stack of hundreds and said, "Do what you do"

We started from the bottom, now she grew, grew, grew

Finally caught my groove, forever this the move

Everybody showin' out in my section (Hey)

All these bitches tryna get our attention (Yeah)

One more shot, I know I should not mix this (Wait)

You say, "It's gettin' late", but we see time different

I ain't puttin' no stones in my Patek

Tryna show you different kinda flex (Uh)

Damn, I think I need lil' shawty sex (Sex)

We gon' keep it goin', night 'til the morning

[Casey Veggies:]

Yeah

I need hunnids on top of hunnids, ahh, yeah

I can tell they really don't love me, ahh, yeah

I done ran my bag up, now she love it, ahh, yeah

These niggas mad, ain't gettin' no money, ahh, yeah (Sad)

They lookin' sad while I laugh to the bank

You see a bad one but I make her faint

I got some rain like we came in the tank (For real)

I stayed down up in this game

I done seen real niggas go insane

I can tell they don't feel my pain

I get the cash in a whole 'nother lane

I got the money and said, "Fuck the fame"

Might cop the foreign and blow out the brain

Lil' shawty want me to make her my main

Baby so different, I'm feelin' insane

I might just plain Jane that Patek

When I touch, she gon' get wet

When I leave, she get upset

When I get back, she know what's next

Ain't no flex

[Kid Ink:]

Everybody showin' out in my section (Hey)

All these bitches tryna get our attention (They do)

One more shot, I know I should not mix this (Wait)

You say, "It's gettin' late", but we see time different

I ain't puttin' no stones in my Patek (In my Patek)

Tryna show you different kinda flex (Uh)

Damn, I think I need lil' shawty sex (Sex, sex)

We gon' keep it goin', night 'til the morning (Uh)

Now It's Personal lyrics - Kid Ink

No, this ain't nothing we ain't seen before

I knew it wouldn't be no easy road

Ear Drummers

And all they wanna do is see me fold

I can't let it go

Now it's personal

Now it's personal

Now it's personal

Now it's personal

I can't let it go

Go

Thought it was over but I'm back again

They tried to hold me down and back me in

I gotta, keep all my enemies as close as friends

So close I can taste (taste)

That's that sweet revenge

This gon' be the end

But you won't see the end

I know you seen the scars (tatted)

Deep beneath the skin

I'm gon' make you feel it (feel it)

I can't find my feelings

War made me a killer

The war made me a villain

No, this ain't nothing we ain't seen before

I knew it wouldn't be no easy road

And all they wanna do is see me fold

I can't let it go

Now it's personal

Now it's personal

Now it's personal

Now it's personal

I can't let it go

Go

Said, any day could be that time

Better watch your back

Un-til the day that I flat-line

Can you see my new moves

You ain't seen my bad side

You don't wanna cross that line

I'ma loose my last mind

I'm tryna get in my zone

All of your energy wrong

I know at the end of the day

I'ma be sittin' alone

You ain't wanna run into me

You shouldn't have sit at the throne

No, this ain't nothing we ain't seen before

I knew it wouldn't be no easy road

And all they wanna do is see me fold

I can't let it go

Now it's personal

Now it's personal

Now it's personal

Now it's personal

I can't let it go

Go

Nympho (Issues Remix) lyrics - Kid Ink

[Kid Ink:]

I got room in the back seat

If you really wanna get freaky

You already know I don't care

We can do it anywhere like 1-12

Still sitting in the valet

Skip all of the foreplay

I'm fiending for it, I need a fix

I got a problem, I'm addicted (oh yeah)

And you don't judge me

'Cause if you did baby, I would judge you too

And no one rides me the way you do

You remind me of my coupe

'Cause I got issues and you got 'em too

So give em all to me and I'll give mine to you

Different positions all around the room

I know I try to keep my cool but I'ma lose

'Cause I got issues and I wanna have sex every time that I see you

I see you working (oh yeah)

Know just how to drop low-key

Bring it back up, whine slow (ooh)

You're perfect, your body's perfect

So glad that you came through

It ain't a position you can't do (hey)

And you don't judge me

'Cause if you did baby, I would judge you too

And no one rides me the way you do

You remind me of my coupe

'Cause I got issue and you got em too

So give me all of yours and I'll give mine to you

Different positions all around the room

I know I try to keep my cool but I'ma lose

'Cause I got issues and I wanna have sex every time that I see you

Just trust me, ain't nobody gonna come into this room

Drop them panties down, and hop upon me

She got them moves, Janet Jackson with them moves

[Julia Michaels:]

'Cause I got issues, but you got 'em too

So give 'em all to me and I'll give mine to you

Bask in the glory, of all our problems

'Cause we got the kind of love it takes to solve 'em

Yeah, I got issues

And one of them is how bad I need you

Yeah, I got issues

And one of them is how bad I need you

Yeah, I got issues

And one of them is how bad I need you

Oh Okay (Gunna Remix) lyrics - Kid Ink

[Kid Ink:]

Aye, oh yeah

Run that back turbo

(Woo) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woo

[Gunna:]

Audemar wrist, count it then spend it

Matted the coupe, and my windows tinted

Chop off the top, headed to Lenox

I got some cash, I wanna spend it

New paper tag, didn't wanna rent it

Too many bags, too many bitches

Roll with my slime, yeah that my lizard

Ready to slide, you will get slithered

Hey, we ain't got ties, yeen gon' ride

Yeen my slime, yeen my slime

Young Gunna Gunna, I'm in my prime

Hey, so authentic, not tellin' you lies

When it comes to business I'm handling mine

Yeah, I'ma kingface Patek my time

[Kid Ink:]

Kid Ink

Run through the lobby with all of my niggas (Okay)

Say you the bro, but you more like a sister (Okay)

Most of these rappers is cool, only in pictures (Okay)

Swear when I walk out the room, these niggas be dissin' (Okay)

Wait, I tried to play like a fool, watch how my enemies move

Ain't got a clue, it could get poppin' like fool

Don't let these pop-records fool (Oh yeah)

Came from the hood, know that the money don't make it no different (Okay)

We could take it to back in the day and start reminiscing (Okay)

I can read back on the mission, whipping that shit with a venegance

All of my windows is tinted, 'Rari look blacker than Venom

Only got clue on a denim

All over money I spent it (Wait)

It's only real gold on your lil' chain

Still I ain't never saw no chain

'Member when I brought you on stage

Back when you niggas had no name (Okay)

Rollin' up all of my Backwoods

Tell me now when did your mood change? (Okay)

You niggas be going through mood swings (Wait)

And it start runnin' like Usain (Hey)

You need to be worried 'bout your boo thang (yeah)

I got her in the pocket like loose change, woah, woah

Now you think that this your summer

Most you niggas one-hit wonders, don't let that shit go right to your head (Oh yeah)

Why they trynna put me under, now I'm back to get revenge on everybody that left me for dead

[Gunna:]

Audemar wrist, count it then spend it

Matted the coupe, and my windows tinted

Chop off the top, headed to Lenox

I got some cash, I wanna spend it

New paper tag, didn't wanna rent it

Too many bags, too many bitches

Roll with my slime, yeah that my lizard

Ready to slide, you will get slithered

Hey, we ain't got ties, yeen gon' ride

Yeen my slime, yeen my slime

Young Gunna Gunna, I'm in my prime

Hey, so authentic, not tellin' you lies

When it comes to business I'm handling mine

Yeah, I'ma kingface Patek my time

On Demand lyrics - Kid Ink

Uhhh

It's Tha Alumni

Uhhh

That be Maaly Raw

Yah, yah, yah yah, yah

Grab my hand if you think you qualify, yah

Yah, yah, yah yah, yah

On demand, you know I got the supply, yah

Okay, let's go

The zip, don't close

The flip you chose

I pick and roll

The whip, you so gross

The girl, with the fo'

Just doubled up my O's

And tripled up my dough

Yah, yah, yah yah, yah

(Yah, yah, yah yah, yah)

Yah, yah, yah yah, yah

(Yah, yah, yah yah, yah)

Yah, yah, think somebody high, yah

Drop down, dunk on you like Zion, oh

We them young niggas with no guidance

Roll one, face up, tatted like the Mayans

Don't fuck with me 'cause my family feel

Dirty ghetto kids came up of that can of food

Now I cop the bag, party pack, you can't refuse

Tryna keep my shit together, can't stop breakin' rules and makin' moves

I'm in this bitch on my Damien Wayne

That mean more money and major pay

I can't sit and watch you eating, I go get a plate, nah

These niggas did it for themselves, I do it for steak

Yah, yah, yah yah, yah

Grab my hand if you think you qualify, yah

Yah, yah, yah yah, yah

On demand, you know I got the supply, yah

Okay, let's go

The zip, don't close

The flip you chose

I pick and roll

The whip, you so gross

The girl, with the fo'

Just doubled up my O's

And tripled up my dough

Yah, yah, yah yah, yah

(Yah, yah, yah yah, yah)

Yah, yah, yah yah, yah

(Yah, yah, yah yah, yah)

I'm back again, its what it looks

Might switch up the style, still with the crooks

Got that Dirty Harry on me, need to hit the suds

You so fogi, actin' phony, swear you niggas sus

I finally got the plug, it came out the mud

Don't believe in love, way hoes don't believe in love

Got my stripes, same way that Adidas does

In this Lambo, really feel like I could beat the fuzz

Slip and slide, it's one a time

You never seen this shit before, it's one a' kind

Do it, Biggie, hypnotizer

I can get into it, shawty, dead on arrival

Yah, yah, yah yah, yah

Grab my hand if you think you qualify, yah

Yah, yah, yah yah, yah

On demand, you know I got the supply, yah

Okay, let's go

The zip, don't close

The flip you chose

I pick and roll

The whip, you so gross

The girl, with the fo'

Just doubled up my O's

And tripled up my dough

Yah, yah, yah yah, yah

(Yah, yah, yah yah, yah)

Yah, yah, yah yah, yah

(Yah, yah, yah yah, yah)

Oooo

Oooo

Uhhh, uhhh

One Time lyrics - Kid Ink

Aw yeah, aw yeah

What's that? Woo

Aw yeah, aw yeah

Let me see you put your fingers high

One time 'cause we made it

One time for the greatest

One time for the haters

Gon' put your fingers high

One time if you ballin'

The game keep on callin'

They wanna see us fallin'

But we gon' put 'em high

(One time)

One, ain't no missin', on my mission

Oh my, did my shit with no permission

No, I hate to wait, uh, take your place

Uh, uh, make a break, uh, uh, made a play

Woo, put 'em high, I get fly, can feel the sky

Ain't no stoppin', feel the drive, in my way, you feel the fight

From the side, yo, they said we was a vibe

No, tell 'em out the side, no

Let me see you put your fingers high

One time 'cause we made it

One time for the greatest

One time for the haters

Gon' put your fingers high

One time if you ballin'

The game keep on callin'

They wanna see us fallin'

But we gon' put 'em high

One time 'cause we made it

One time for the greatest

One time fort the haters

Gon' put your fingers high

One time if you ballin'

The game keep on callin'

They wanna see us fallin'

But we gon' put 'em high

(One time)

Uh, (one time)

Uh, (one time)

Play to win, see the J's I'm in

Tryna box me out, uh, you can't cage me in

Woah, they can't tell me no, I been straight the goal

Still got love to show, for the ones that came before

Yeah, we might take a loss, don't you write us off

Wait

Let me see you put your fingers high

One time 'cause we made it

One time for the greatest

One time for the haters

Gon' put your fingers high

One time if you ballin'

The game keep on callin'

They wanna see us fallin'

But we gon' put 'em high

We gon' put 'em high

We gon' put 'em high

Aw yeah, aw yeah

Woo

Aw yeah, aw yeah

We gon' put 'em high

Party lyrics - Kid Ink (feat. RMR)

(Do Better)

[RMR:]

You can catch me in the Lamborghini mercy, uh

These bitches thirsty (These bitches thirsty)

Fuckin' with her 'cause she young and reckless, uh

Fuck her up, you in the fast lane

She's wild (Wild)

And she only smokin' on the fire biscotti (Biscotti)

Take your time (Time)

And even you gon' be able to walk in the party (Oh, oh)

[RMR {Kid Ink}:]

Where the party at? (Party at)

1942, she drive the boat with that

Lil' more Hennessy, she might crash with that (Crash with that)

Hollywood to visit, so she won't relax (Oh, oh)

Where the party at? (Party at)

1942, she drive the boat with that

Lil' more Hennessy, she might crash with that

Hollywood to visit, so she won't relax {Kid Ink}

[Kid Ink:]

Let's ride the set on the west side (Yeah)

Brodie said it is the best time to get up out here (Uh)

Vuitton, the dress on, you fit nice (Fit nice)

Later on, I can't wait to get you out it (Can't wait to get you out it)

Now, what's up? (Oh)

Before we leave, I gotta roll it up (Oh)

Bet you want my chain with the logo (Logo)

Money only filtered on the photos (Woah)

Let's take some more though

[Kid Ink {RMR}:]

We wild (Wild)

Act a fool when we smokin' on that Lodi Dodi (Lodi Dodi)

But she's mine (Mine)

Now you see us when we stumblin' inside of the party {Oh, oh}

[RMR {Kid Ink}:]

Where the party at? (Party at)

1942, she drive the boat with that

Lil' more Hennessy, she might crash with that (Crash with that)

Hollywood to visit, so she won't relax (Oh, oh)

Where the party at? (Party at)

1942, she drive the boat with that {Boat with that}

Lil' more Hennessy, she might crash with that

Hollywood to visit, so she won't relax {Won't relax}

[Kid Ink:]

She pull up with me in that Bentayga (Skrr, let's go)

And she rockin' that Bottega (Hoo)

Damn, that ass so fat, major (Aye)

I'ma put in that work, labor (Hoo)

And baby, we could do things

Throw a couple racks, rich nigga, loose change (Hoo, hoo)

And you don't need a plus one, bring the whole crew

Go and show that ass, make 'em say you actin' brand new (Uh)

Fuck it up, get racks, make it clap (Aye)

Don't pay 'em attention, make a nigga pay for that 'cause

[RMR {Kid Ink}:]

She's wild (Wild)

And she only smokin' on the fire biscotti (Biscotti)

{But she's mine (Mine)}

{Now you see us when we stumblin' inside of the party} (Oh, oh)

Where the party at? (Party at)

1942, she drive the boat with that

Lil' more Hennessy, she might crash with that {Yeah}

Hollywood to visit, so she won't relax {Oh yeah, oh, oh}

Where the party at? (Party at)

1942, she drive the boat with that {Ooh}

Lil' more Hennessy, she might crash with that

Hollywood to visit, so she won't relax {Won't relax}

Pause lyrics - Kid Ink

Yup

You said

Said it's the same shit, different day

These niggas talk, like the fucking gay

I don't care, I only talk to bitches

But if they come and ask just tell them that I mentioned

Fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um, pause

Fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um, pause

Fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um, pause

Fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um, pause

Fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um, pause

Yea, I said it's Kid Ink baby, taking shots with your lady

Body like a Mercedes, ass think as grandma's gravy

Give a fuck about your feelings nigga, save that shit for debbie

Uh, all I smoke is that fire, and bitch all I spit is that (kensing?)

About to barbecue you niggas well, you know with out no drama

Taking shots at your head till you look like Ronald McDonald

And, full stereo nigga, it's no mono y mono

Bars kicking like I'm Ryu, feel that 16 hit combo

When it comes to smelling that money, got a nose like I'm Ganzo

And my bitch yea she bad, got her hair like Rapunzel

Talk that shit if you want, I got ears like I'm Dumbo

I don't care if you whispering, nigga I can hear you mumble it ain't nothing

Said it's the same shit, different day

These niggas talk, like the fucking gay

I don't care. I only talk to bitches

But if they come and ask just tell them that I mentioned

Fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um, pause

Fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um, pause

Fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um, pause

Fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um, pause

Fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um, pause

Put On (Am I Wrong) lyrics - Kid Ink

(WillMajor, this the one)

Yeah

Ayy, ayy, ayy

(Ayy, Bonk, turn it up)

Put on a vibe, put on the guys, we on the rise, yeah

Put on the city all over the world, put in the time, yeah

Put on my Louis and all of my jewelry, then put on a movie, yeah

Put on my baby to all of the latest, she want a Porsche and not a Mercedes

Fully loaded, sport mode, I hope you ready to race

Ain't even put on the plates, uh, I do whatever it takes

I need the whole Kit-Kat, I ain't been takin' no breaks

Look at the sky, click-clack, shootin' my shot into space

Baby, am I wrong? I wanna put all my mans on

Mama live up in mansion, I gotta eat 'til the last crumb

Queen, she needed a soldier, so I put it all on my shoulders

Bet, tellin' the story, it's far from over, ayy

Put on a vibe, put on the guys, we on the rise, yeah

Put on the city all over the world, put in the time, yeah

Put on my Louis and all of my jewelry, then put on a movie, yeah

Put on my baby to all of the latest, she want a Porsche and not a Mercedes

Wanna do it, gotta go get it, uh

You could too, I did it

All this light, can't dim it, uh

AP waste no minutes, uh

100K look like pennies, wait

I need a billion before I'm finished

When I was broke, I ain't know how to spend it

But I got better at mindin' my business

And that mean I can't go wrong

To the bag right, can't go home

Roll up quick when I get that jones

Keepin' it real, nigga been ready to drill, no one is tellin' me chill

You know the deal, oh, ayy

Put on a vibe, put on the guys, we on the rise, yeah

Put on the city all over the world, put in the time, yeah

Put on my Louis and all of my jewelry, then put on a movie, yeah

Put on my baby to all of the latest, she want a Porsche and not a Mercedes

Randy Mo$$ lyrics - Kid Ink

Run that shit already

Yeah

O-kay, watch how I kick this shit off, ayy

Watch I got, needed to frost, ayy

Wait, I just came back from a loss

Wait, back to business like a boss

See me spilling with the sauce, ayy

Keep my head up, can't be soft

Wait, bands, wearin' down the [?]

Wait, run it up, Randy Moss, ayy

Oh my god

Two W's, I'm tossin' up

Can't double me, they fradulent

Evil Knievel, it's all a stunt though

Got my ears to the street like Dumbo

Is that your hoe, man I don't know

She been mixin' it up like Gumbo

Shit, trippy, nigga, Dark Knight Dummo

Boy, I pop that shit, smell the gun smoke (Wait)

Take anything you give me, I've been ready

Know the whole clique been ready

On set, fire, fresh out the fryer

I can't deny, I'm a motherfuckin' rider

Made it from nothing, it made my attire

I don't get tired

Let me get higher

Life is so sweet like that pussy, papaya

That's all me, nigga, back off

Just run away

This ain't the day, for all of the play, play

Look in my face

Move to [?], don't talk to you guys, no

Fuck, is you saying?

If it ain't 'bout dough, you only act like the bro when it's for sure

Everything glitter ain't gold

Ayy, switch up the tone (Woah)

Still OG, ain't switch up cologne (Ayy)

Numbers ain't saved, I don't pick up the phone

Got mines, nigga, you can pick up your own

Re-up, might sneak up, hit you with the slip up

Big dawg with me lookin' like Bautista

Make a nigga disappear like Eureka

Gotta watch my back like see saw

Pee how they creep (Creep)

I can't go back to the streets (No)

[?] got me back on my feet

O-kay, watch how I kick this shit off, ayy

Watch I got, needed to frost, ayy

Wait, I just came back from a loss

Wait, back to business like a boss

See me spilling with the sauce, ayy

Keep my head up, can't be soft

Wait, bands, wearin' down the [?]

Wait, run it up, Randy Moss, ayy

Oh my god

Rocketshipshawty

Ready 4 War lyrics - Kid Ink

Now I been waitin' for somebody

To try and come make a move

All the bullshit to the side, side

Attitude like I got nothin' to lose

Bout to put it all on the line, line

Keep talkin' that smack

I ain't really worried bout that

Like it's a AK on my back, now you could

See that I'm ready 4 war

Know we came through here so deep

I brought me a army

See that I'm ready 4 war

Feelin' better than before

Been through it all, but I'm ready for more

Never settle for less, but we could settle the score

It's no limit, soldier to the core

I hope you locked, and loaded

Gon take everything you got

You tryna stop, the show man

I gave everything I got

These haters said I was a fool

Now they tryna stand by but the flight's too full, damn

Fresh off the Boeing, we been takin' it too far

Tell me where the fuck is we goin'?

This is just a warning, red eye alert

Whole team here, bout to go bezerk

Now I been waitin' for somebody

To try and come make a move

All the bullshit to the side, side

Attitude like I got nothin' to lose

Bout to put it all on the line, line

Keep talkin' that smack

I ain't really worried bout that

Like it's a AK on my back, now you could

See that I'm ready 4 war

Know we came through here so deep

I brought me a army

See that I'm ready 4 war

Who ever thought that this could happen

Even more than I imagined

Took a gift and started rappin'

It's a movie tell 'em action

Bitch, I'm all about that action

Been at war, all my life

Now they salute me like a captain

Man of my home, just came from lyon

Please excuse my French, but bitch Alumni, we on

And my homies still, goin' pecan

All these rocks on my neck

And niggas still throwin' stones, damn

Patron I'm pourin'

Keep it goin' til you feel it in your system like the low-end

Livin' in the moment, gone with the wind

Feel like I could never lose, yeah we goin' for the win

Now I been waitin' for somebody

To try and come make a move

All the bullshit to the side, side

Attitude like I got nothin' to lose

Bout to put it all on the line, line

Keep talkin' that smack

I ain't really worried bout that

Like it's a AK on my back, now you could

See that I'm ready 4 war

Know we came through here so deep

I brought me a army

See that I'm ready 4 war

And you could send anyone you want

I never run, tell 'em that I'm ready for it

Feel like I been fightin' all my life

And the war is never done

Tell 'em that I'm ready for it

You could send anyone you want

I never run, tell 'em that I'm ready for it

Tell 'em I'ma never stop

Til they know that I'm the one

Tell 'em that

Now I been waitin' for somebody

To try and come make a move

All the bullshit to the side, side

Attitude like I got nothin' to lose

Bout to put it all on the line, line

Keep talkin' that smack

I ain't really worried bout that

Like it's a AK on my back, now you could

See that I'm ready 4 war

Know we came through here so deep

I brought me a army

See that I'm ready 4 war

Rich lyrics - Kid Ink

Rich, rich, rich

Rich, rich, rich, rich, rich, rich, rich

Let's all get rich

Rich, rich, rich, rich, rich

Let's all get rich

Tip only cash

Sip only cash

Sip on G bags

Trip on first class

I get gassed everytime I do the math

No subtraction, just multiply and add

We don't die, we just multiply and pass (Yeah)

More money, more problems

That's a good problem to have (Ah)

I set it up for the guards

We got a ho and a price (Gang)

I put this shit on my life (Life)

I pay whatever the price (Hey)

I got the waves, I'm holdin' it down

We're making plays, for bigger the mouth

Round the ridges, now show you the Ralf (Oh, oh)

Up all night long (All night long)

Tryna find my zone (Find my zone)

Turn the lights down low (Lights down low)

I'ma shine like gold

Feel it in my soul

I got 'em next day

Won't give it, I give my respect (Yeah)

Hop in the 'Rari and ready, set (Vroom)

Rich, rich, rich, rich, rich, rich, rich (Skrr)

Let's all get rich

Rich, rich, rich, rich, rich

Let's all get rich

Tip only cash

Sip only cash

Sip on G bags

Trip on first class (Skrr)

Gotta make sure that we win (Win)

There ain't no beating the plan

Police are all on my mans

Tryna get this shit aggressive

Turn this shit down into a loan

Boy, I do rap like it's a real

True niggas cap, it's a new L

I need that money in cash as hell

Jumped in the deep end

Just get my feet wet

I'm never leavin'

Lord knows I'm healin' (Lord)

This ain't no secret (Oh)

I used to live in a ditch, yeah (Yeah)

All of my shit is a Jeep, yeah (Yeah)

I'ma get my homies (Skrr)

Rich, rich, rich, rich, rich, rich, rich

Let's all get rich

Rich, rich, rich, rich, rich

Let's all get rich

Tip only cash

Sip only cash

Sip on G bags

Trip on first class

Ride Like A Pro lyrics - Kid Ink (feat. Reo Cragun)

[Kid Ink:]

You know I come in when I want

I can't wait to see from the back

I can see it from the front

Roll up that Doja Cat

Kiss the pussy like a blunt

Where you at? No talk

Lay that engine in the trunk

[Reo Cragun (Kid Ink):]

Giddy up, break it down

Take a ride one time (One time)

Pick it up, slow it down

You blow my mind (Woah)

Ride like a pro, ride like a pro (Yeah)

My baby ride like a pro, ride like a pro (Ayy, do it)

Giddy up, break it down

Take a ride one time (One time)

Pick it up, slow it down

You blow my mind (Ooh)

Ride like a pro, ride like a pro (Yeah)

My baby ride like a pro, ride like a pro (Yeah)

[Reo Cragun:]

I haven't seen you in weeks, and I need you like vamonos (Vamonos, yeah, yeah)

She said, "Boy, you my baby, I got you, I'm ridin' out" (Ridin' out, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Pedal to metal, yeah, text me when you pull up (Pull up, pull up)

Her body so crazy, I might not be pulling out

I got it poppin' in, I'm trending topic here, ooh

Her brain made me knowledgeable, how is that logical, yeah? (Oh)

You my baby for a reason, tell them bitches do they research (Yeah)

She specializes in the D, and I ain't talkin' 'bout no defense, no

[Reo Cragun (Kid Ink):]

Giddy up, break it down

Take a ride one time (One time)

Pick it up, slow it down

You blow my mind (Woah)

Ride like a pro, ride like a pro (Yeah)

My baby ride like a pro, ride like a pro (Ayy, do it)

Giddy up, break it down

Take a ride one time (One time)

Pick it up, slow it down

You blow my mind (Ooh)

Ride like a pro, ride like a pro (Yeah)

My baby ride like a pro, ride like a pro (Yeah)

[Kid Ink:]

Like the horses in the Lambo' (Skrrt)

Roll up, then I light to the candle (Hey)

Roll over, then I hit it from your back side

Hop on me, let you ride, no handle'

GT, top speed, top down, top be gone, let your hair blow in the wind

All night, goin' for the three-peat, deep sleep, wake up, do it all over again (Hey)

Ride like a pro, she got control

At first she move like The Flash, then take it slow

Nobody know that you nasty on the low, oh, yeah

Freak show, let it flow, girl so wet, it feel like you're floatin', yeah (Hey)

[Reo Cragun (Kid Ink):]

Giddy up, break it down

Take a ride one time

Pick it up, slow it down

You blow my mind

Ride like a pro, ride like a pro (Yeah)

My baby ride like a pro, ride like a pro (Ayy, do it)

Giddy up, break it down

Take a ride one time (One time)

Pick it up, slow it down

You blow my mind (Ooh)

Ride like a pro, ride like a pro (Yeah)

My baby ride like a pro, ride like a pro (Yeah)

[Kid Ink:]

Ride like a pro, ride like a pro

At first she moving it fast, then take it slow

Baby, you know you the baddest

We gon' fuck up the mattress

Let that new Louis dress just hit the floor, woo

Kid Ink other songs:

 

Ride Out lyrics - Kid Ink (with Tyga, Wale, YG & Rich Homie Quan)

(from "Furious 7" soundtrack)

[Rich Homie Quan:]

Came in at first, had bad luck

Got a whole lot, remember I ain't had nothin'

We done sold out, now everybody mad at me

Tell 'em roll out, now everybody smashin'

Get ready cause you know we 'bout to be a problem

Hope you ready cause you know it 'bout to be a problem

[Kid Ink:]

It's the only way we know to go

Squad up, never roll alone

And we gon' ride on forever

We ride out together

Pull up right in your zone

Take over the street, that's how we roll

And we gon' ride on forever (Yeah)

We ride out together

[Tyga:]

Fancy when I drive, six cars in the driveway

Cash in the driver door, spend it, do it my way

I fight you like a matador, fresh out the catalog

One fall we all fall, crew like dominoes

Paper chase, vamanos, all my dogs riding smoke

Mob heavy like the Pope, for that pot of gold

We are not alone, bo-boy, better check your tone

You gone need a lot of help, I ain't talkin' bank loans

Sit with us, table last supper

Toast to the brothers, some bad motherfuckers

Yeah, ain't nothin' but pure luxury

You lookin' left to me, should be looking up to me

Preferably one of the best

She ridin' cause we next now and forever to death

Be loyal, real, and respect, stay ahead of the rest

We just sit back, relax, doin' things to impress

[Kid Ink:]

It's the only way we know to go

Squad up, never roll alone

And we gon' ride on forever

We ride out together

Pull up right in your zone

Take over the street, that's how we roll

And we gon' ride on forever

We ride out together

[Wale:]

We got no time to waste

And no way these niggas stoppin' me, oh no

Flyin' from a mile away

It's not a problem, only real ones follow me

Hey look and I can do this with my eyes closed

Blindfold two times over

Ride solo, I got women and got soldiers

I ain't trippin', you try to get it your night's over

Talkin' on Melatonin, get it and fight coma

What's a flea to a giant, niggas feedin' the fire

History, niggas be less them niggas flee when they flyin'

You don't believe it? Then try it

We don't believe in just tryin'

I call it peoples and leave 'em in 100 pieces divided

That's cold-blooded

And I've been this dope for like four summers

And I ain't really going for the he say, or she say

Keep it G for Pete's sake

I know this shit that bone you pick

Might leave you niggas fillets

[Kid Ink:]

It's the only way we know to go

Squad up, never roll alone

And we gon' ride on forever

We ride out together

Pull up right in your zone

Take over the street, that's how we roll

And we gon' ride on forever

We ride out together

[YG:]

It's YG 4hunnid!

Is you ridin'?

Is you with all the burglarizing and the violence

If Jimmy got caught up, but you was right there with him

So the police askin' you questions, is you gone keep quiet?

Is you loyal, is you real, is you fake?

When I can't tell that's the type of way that I hate (That I hate)

You got that fake-friend syndrome

And there's no cure so your symptoms is gon' show

You know the code, stick around, hold it down, never fold

Like it's a crease up in your Dicky Browns

Hold up (Hold up), each one teach one

Motivate each one to be something

Cause I ain't just another statistic

I do this, this, and that if you wanna get specific

I'm just tryna make payday come quicker

For me and my day one hittas

[Kid Ink:]

Ride out! (Ride out)

Sega Time lyrics - Kid Ink (feat. Rory Fresco)

[Rory Fresco:]

I got rich

Yeah, and I don't even know how

Step inside this bitch

Got 'em checkin' out my profile

We go up (Up, up)

And we ain't gon' never go down

I done told they ass enough

You ain't know it, then you know now

[Kid Ink:]

I got rich (I got)

Ain't no counterfeits breakin' for my bitch (Ayy)

I'm like Santa to my hoes, you The Grinch (Oh yeah)

Free the guys, man, I wish they ain't get pinched (No way)

Ain't no games, this ain't Twitch

Niggas switch where you glitch

Still the gang on my chain

Got your chain on my wrist

Now you feel it when I hit

Tell lil' baby turn around and gave her two 'cause she flinched

Smack that ass (Smack that ass)

Good game, got the win

Lambo' truck (Rev it up), with the kit, giddy up

Max fuel, spend a buck

That's a hunnid with a K

Where I'm from?

In my city they, will get you, baby run

Got you thinkin' he the man, that's a bum

[Rory Fresco:]

I got rich

Yeah, and I don't even know how

Step inside this bitch

Got 'em checkin' out my profile

We go up (Up, up)

And we ain't gon' never go down

I done told they ass enough

You ain't know it, then you know now

Lil' mama a Gemini, she a freak on both sides (Okay)

Tell 'em all the truth, my nigga, no lie (Okay)

We like Juicy J, we get so fly

I'm at they neck, I'm 'bout my business like a bow tie

My bitch get Bottega, your bitch get Botox

Pull up in that Darth Vader, that bitch a robot

In real life we gettin' paper, don't play no Roblox

Boy, what you got hurt? You turned hater, fuck, I just hope not (Uh)

Sit down, I can't stand when they playin' like who this?

Got a rubber band that expand fifty bucks

Said she got a man, said she see me, now she lust

Ben Frank', that's my cousin, bet them blue strip keep on facin'

I got rich

Yeah, and I don't even know how

Step inside this bitch

Got 'em checkin' out my profile

We go up (Up, up)

And we ain't gon' never go down

I done told they ass enough

You ain't know it, then you know now

Lil' mama a Gemini, she a freak on both sides (Okay)

Tell 'em all the truth, my nigga, no lie (Okay)

We like Juicy J, we get so fly

I'm at they neck, I'm 'bout my business like a bow tie

[Kid Ink:]

My bitch get Bottega, your bitch get Botox

Pull up in that Darth Vader, that bitch a robot

In real life we gettin' paper, don't play no Roblox

I'm that nigga and they know why

Sex, Drugs & Rock N Roll lyrics - Kid Ink (feat. K-Young)

[K-Young:]

I mean you remind me of somethin'

I just can't think of what it is

You remind me of the fire in my gun and

Kinda like my guitar the way ya body be strumming

Ooohh keep it coming cause I'm in need of yaaa

Your sex, drugs and rock n roll

Like oooohhh (I need it, I need it, I need it baby)

Your sex, drugs and rock n roll

Oooohhh (I need it, I need it, I need it baby)

Your sex, drugs and rock n roll

[Kid Ink:]

Yea, I'm addicted to your lifestyle

Love junkie and I need to hit you right now

You got that right sound

I can turn these lights down

And play you all night

Girl is that all right

Me, I'm more than alright

I'm the best at what I do that sound like your type

And girl I'm on you like I'm white and you're rice

Sound complicated big girl you got me faded

You on fire baby I can ash you

And Imma face it no never pass you

You know I love the way that ass move

You can tell them you wit me if they ask boo

Keep it strummin', I, I keep it comin'

Why I keep you comin', beat it like a drumma

Eat it like a glutton we done got into something

I need it I need it I want it

[K-Young:]

You remind me of the fire in my gun and

Kinda like my guitar the way ya body be strumming

Ooohh keep it coming cause I'm in need of yaaa

Your sex, drugs and rock n roll

Like oooohhh (I need it, I need it, I need it baby)

Your sex, drugs and rock n roll

Oooohhh (I need it, I need it, I need it baby)

Your sex, drugs and rock n roll

[Kid Ink:]

Yeah, baby girl I need a fixin'

You keep me rollin' like the sixties

And got me open like its Christmas

You so persistent I can't resist it

Yea she cause it but I can risk it

Death kiss feel the fire in her lipstick

Might be the baddest bitch ever invented

You might not ever see it but god as my witness

I swear he paid attention when he came and made her

Gotta thank the savior for doin' me this favor

Watch out she danger she'll come with a waiver

But I can take her but fate her

Keep it comin', yeah I keep it flowin'

While I keep you comin', beat it like you punished

Eat it like I'm hungry, we done got into somethin

I need it, I need it, I want it

[K-Young:]

You remind me of the fire in my gun and

Kinda like my guitar the way ya body be strumming

Ooohh keep it coming cause I'm in need of yaaa

Your sex, drugs and rock n roll

Like oooohhh (I need it, I need it, I need it baby)

Your sex, drugs and rock n roll

Oooohhh (I need it, I need it, I need it baby)

Your sex, drugs and rock n roll

Shakin' (No No No Freestyle) lyrics - Kid Ink

Oh yeah

Bankroll got it

Oh, [?]

Ah, picture me rollin'

Walk in the room and just sniff the cologne

Lookin' the sky, see me picking a pose

Think I'm so high I need mission control

Niggas so cold I had to lay on my clothes

Diamond are dancing away with the stroke

Bird watching, I stay away from the crows

[?] popping, just wait 'till it close

We gon' keep goin' and goin' again

Know you came here just to roll with your friends

Came in the game and was playin' your role

Now you actin' like you got some plans on your own

Shootin' and picking and reachin'

Your shit is more that just kicking and speakin'

You had that night of your life so we're even

I might disappear and I say when I'm leaving (yeah)

Tried to keep it light (light)

But I might just be on fire

Whatever I say tonight

Please do not remind me (oh yeah)

Wow, just passed the light (light)

I'm tryna hit the fire, say whatever I do tonight (oh yeah)

Please do not remind me, yeah

Niggas, my posse drop in this bitch like it's Mission Impossible

Got her ridin' like pimpin', tell 'em no limits, these bitches is optional

I hurt a haters feelin' so bad, might send 'em to the hospital

Know they see, hear I'm eatin', the way that I'm movin', I need my shit hot to go (woo)

Pop and zip, shut this bitch down and I hop and skip

Gave her a wave and she hop and [?]

For you she's playin' so hard to get

For me, that's the way, the players just play

Give me some room while I'm paving the way

[?] in here high, no space in my J's

Standin' too close'll get you smoke in your face

Tried to keep it light (light)

But I might just be on fire

Whatever I say tonight

Please do not remind me (oh yeah)

Wow, just passed the light (light)

I'm tryna hit the fire, say whatever I do tonight (oh yeah)

Please do not remind me, yeah

Show Me (Remix) lyrics - Kid Ink (feat. Chris Brown, Trey Songz, Juicy J & 2 Chainz)

[Trey Songz {Chris Brown} & (Kid Ink):]

Ugh!

Ooh baby

I said {baby} (yeah)

Yeah (uh, tell 'em)

(Mustard on the beat, ho)

[Trey Songz & (Kid Ink):]

Baby, let me put your panties to the side (uh)

I'ma make you feel alright (right, right)

I'ma give you what you need quick (ugh)

Baby, it's the remix, go (woo!)

[Chris Brown {Trey Songz} & (Kid Ink):]

Mami, you remind me of something (uh)

{Baby, you remind me}

But I don't know what it is (I don't know)

{I don't even know}

'Cause you remind me of something

Girl, you gotta show me (uh, alright, ugh)

You remind me of something (uh)

{Baby, you remind me}

But I don't know what it is right now (I don't know)

{Don't even know}

'Cause you remind me of something

Girl, you gotta show me (uh)

[Kid Ink:]

Uh, on the real know, west coast back like '94

Just picture me rollin' in my own lane

Should of listened to the hype though, hold that

And show me somethin', DJ ain't playin' nothin' but Mustard

Catch up to the bandwagon, fuck us

It's Friday, I'm feelin' like the old Chris Tucker (ugh!)

And we gold for the record

Tryna go platinum and add a couple karats

Bein' low key kinda hard with the cameras

Her boyfriend here, but she lookin' so careless

[Chris Brown {Trey Songz} & (Kid Ink):]

{Baby, you remind me}

Baby, you remind me of something (uh)

{I don't even know what it is}

But I don't know what it is (I don't know)

'Cause you remind me of something

Girl, you gotta show me (uh, alright)

{Show me}

You remind me of something, woo (uh)

But I don't know what it is right now, yeah, yeah (I don't know)

'Cause you remind me of something

Girl, you gotta show me, yeah (uh)

[Trey Songz:]

Hold up, don't you know that this the remix?

And she just got her weave fixed

Niggas go and get your weed lit

Ayy, all my Cali niggas need it

Let's get to that booty, that you throwin' round, baby

I give that booty work, I'ma never go lazy

Dancing with your girl, in your own world

Face like an angel, is it wrong I can't wait to bang you? (Bow!)

How you acting like a little devil

Speed up, slow down, whoa now, gas pedal

Clap it, smack it, grab it, tryin' tell you

Booty dumb, booty dumb, yeah, that ass special

[Chris Brown {Trey Songz} & (Kid Ink):]

{Baby, you remind me}

Mami, you remind me of something (uh)

{I don't even know what it is}

But I don't know what it is (I don't know)

'Cause you remind me of something

Girl, you gotta show me (uh, alright)

You remind me of something (uh)

But I don't know what it is right now (I don't know)

'Cause you remind me of something, yeah, yeah, yeah

Girl, you gotta show me, yeah (uh)

[Juicy J:]

Yeah, bring it back, let's get it, baby (yeah hoe!)

I just wanna fuck you at the dinner table (yeah hoe!)

Shawty, come pull up a seat at the winner's table (yeah hoe!)

We don't get attached, we too busy getting paper (yeah hoe!)

Foreign cars, make 'em both lose they top

Just turned 21 and she fiendin' for shots (hey)

Heard she from the west coast, all she fuck with is Pacs

So I give her California love while I'm high (yeah)

Like, you remind me of somethin' (yeah hoe!)

Leave the club, we can bang like we from Compton (yeah hoe!)

Pull a Lambo round back, Bel Air we down there (yeah hoe!)

Make a movie in the club, shawty, this the soundtrack (yeah hoe!)

[Chris Brown {Trey Songz} & (Kid Ink):]

{Baby, you remind me}

Mami, you remind me of something (uh)

{I don't even know what it is}

But I don't know what it is (I don't know)

'Cause you remind me of something

Girl, you gotta show me (uh, alright)

You remind me of something (uh)

{And I don't know what it is}

But I don't know what it is right now (I don't know)

'Cause you remind me of something, yeah, yeah, yeah, {oh, oh}

Girl, you gotta show me, yeah (uh)

[Chris Brown (Kid Ink):]

Baby, if you know what it is, ooh, baby

(On a real, can't lie, man, you just my type)

Hands in the air looking for a bitch right now, ooh, baby

(On a real, can't lie, man, you just my type)

[2 Chainz:]

(2 Chainz)

Two red girls, eating red beans and rice

We Popeye's, eat hot fries

You should see what I got parked outside

I kiss my girl every time I'm at a stop sign

My ex left me for another nigga

Now she realized she stuck with a sucker nigga

Uh yeah you a go getta', then you should go get her

The type to put Forgiatos on a four wheeler (tell 'em!)

I put five ladies on a four seater (damn)

I'm getting money and you sayin' I'm a broke niggar (true)

I'm straight from section 8, I save coupons

Just bought a car, that bitch came with Grey Poupon (ooh)

[Trey Songz {Chris Brown} & (Kid Ink):]

Yeah, baby, let me put your panties to the side, {hee, hee, hee, hee} (uh)

I'ma make you feel alright, {you need}

I'ma give you what you need quick, {need, yeah, oh, oh}

Baby, it's the remix

Mustard on the beat, hoe

[Chris Brown {Trey Songz} & (Kid Ink):]

{Baby, you remind me}

Mami, you remind me of something (uh)

{I don't even know what it is, yes, you}

But I don't know what it is (I don't know)

'Cause you remind me of something

Girl, you gotta show me (uh, alright)

You remind me of something (uh)

{And I don't know what it is}

But I don't know what it is right now (I don't know)

'Cause you remind me of something, yeah, yeah, yeah, {oh, oh}

Girl, you gotta show me, {show} (uh)

[Chris Brown, Trey Songz (Kid Ink):]

Baby, if you know what it is, oh, baby, oh, baby

(On a real, can't lie, man, you just my type)

Hands in the air looking for a bitch right now, I'm looking for ya

(On a real, can't lie, man, you just my type)

Slide Up lyrics - Kid Ink

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na

She ride me like a Rari

Grab her hips and tell her slide up

'Til I'm all the way inside you

Slide up

Oh yeah

Been doing yoga, baby now you gotta prove it

Just let your back bend, show me how you do it

You got that drip, girl I'm swimming in your fluid

You hear that slapping and I ain't talking 'bout the music

Nigga, look like Odell Beckham when she turn around and do it

I'm coming last, yeah nigga always chewing

Get you underneath the covers while we under the influence

42 got us drunk in love, yeah

I'm tryna pull up but a nigga stuck, yeah

I know you feel it when I'm in and gushin'

Tryin' get them legs up, I know it's gettin' tough, yeah

Start slow and then we gettin' rough

We gettin' rough

Put my hands together and dive in them all

Eat it up, a nigga feedin' off your energy

And you know I got a fetish for your pretty feet

Ayy

Bring that na-na on my way

I'm the man, put my hand on your small waist

Took her down to the ground, said she want it

You a freak, girl it's written all on your face, ayy

Girl you boss, yeah you boss, yeah

Turn around, tell me hit it like a dog, yeah

Baby girl I fuck with you the long way

I know it feels better when I'm in it raw, ayy

Said I fuck with you the long way

Girl, I fuck with you the long way

I don't need you actin' shy, being cautious

Baby tell me where to put it like a boss bitch

Feel it in your stomach like you nauseous

In the morning she be looking for the sausage

I work that ass like a nine to five

But tonight we going overtime

I can see all the signs that you gon' climb next, boo

[?]

Baby we can do it anywhere

Baby, in the kitchen to the living room

The way you movin' got me in the mood

Girl you never switch what you doing

You gon' make me fuck you all night

Come on, baby, let me eat you right

Girl you know that I'm the freaky type

I go and tow all over your body

Woke up in the pussy like a new Bugatti

Tell me how you want it, baby what you like

Whisper it in my ear, you ain't talking nice

Bring that na-na on my way

I'm the man, put my hand on your small waist

Took her down to the ground, said she want it

You a freak, girl it's written all on your face, ayy

Girl you boss, yeah you boss, yeah

Turn around, tell me hit it like a dog, yeah

Baby girl I fuck with you the long way

I know it feels better when I'm-

So fucking bossy, the way you talking to me

You're such a bad bitch, you bring the dog outta me

You ain't left yet, could barely walk from the D

Bring that ass here, girl that's all that I need

You so bossy, the way you talking to me

You're such a bad bitch, you bring the dog outta me

You ain't left yet, could barely walk from the D

Bring that ass here, girl that's all that I need, woah yeah

I said that's all that I need, woah

Take It Down lyrics - Kid Ink (feat. Kirko Bangz)

[Kid Ink:]

I see ya, ahhh ahh I see ya

Uhh, yeaa, I said yu fukkin wit the man girl

Uhhhhhh wat yu sayin girl

Tell em

You lookin like the type

Know just how to move it

Don't be so uptight, ain't no need for choosing

Gon' take it down for a nigga like me

And I'mma turn you out baby girl before we leave here

Drop it to the floor, let me see you lose it

Get into the music, why you sittin clueless

Gon' take it down for a nigga like me

And I'mma turn you out baby girl before we leave here yea

Look around, and I can spot you through the crowd

It's gotta be a catch the way you throw it out

And take it down, like u copywritten

Them other pussies copycattin' ain't nobody kiddin

With u babe, all the games you play

Stop that, and come and give me sugar like Kool-aid

Up all night, its never too late

Just wanna lock that pussy down like boozay

Uh, they say who's he, young nigga with the money tree

Bouquet, tryna throw it all over your bootay

That body on fire, souffle

And them lips is looking soup made

Yu lookin the type

Know jus how to move it

Dont be so up tight

Aint no need for choosin

Gon' take it down fo' a nigga like me

& Ima turn yu out baby girl

Before we leave here

Drop it to the floor

Let me see yu lose it

Gettin to the music

Why yu sittin clueless

Gon' take it down fo' a nigga like me

& Ima turn yu out baby girl

Before we leave here

[Kirko Bangz]

Uh, sipping on that pimp juice

Money in my pocket tell me whats new

Had dreams of that Bentley coup

Til' I copped it now my hood know im the nigga who

Gotta lotta money, gotta lotta things, grip alot of grain I know

They talking now, but im walking round, with a double cup and im gone

Say why you so uptight, girl you just my type

And I might be that nigga, but only for tonight

Now shawty break it down for me

Shawty take it down

Lay it down fo' a g

& I might give her anything

That she want from me

As long as she get down

Take it real low for me

[Kid Ink:]

Yu lookin the type

Know jus how to move it

Don't be so up tight

Ain't no need for choosin

Gon' take it down fo' a nigga like me

& Ima turn yu out baby girl

Before we leave here

Drop it to the floor

Let me see yu lose it

Gettin to the music

Why yu sittin clueless

Gon' take it down fo' a nigga like me

& Ima turn yu out baby girl

Before we leave here, yea

Down, down

Take it down

Baby girl before we leave here

Down down

Come right over I got everything yu need, yea

Tat It Up lyrics - Kid Ink

I'm going hard body till there's no more room left

And you ain't never seen nobody sit through this

You got space?

Tat it up

Tat it up

Tat it up

Tat it up

First off yeah I'm tatted up and my bitch too

You just got a bunch of different names like a bitch do

You da type of nigga in a book trying to pick through

I be getting blasted motherfuckin click through

Death mood, no pin you can call me big man

Showing skin you ain't goin ham like an Islam

Light to a dark skin, nigga with no tan

No shirt in this bitch Hollywood ho gear

Frankenstein tatted on me cause I an a monster

See a lot a pain you can me at the hostel

Face like a Aston [?]

All the ideas you're my motherfuckin lights on

See it from the front or the back like an iPhone

I walk inside the room and I'm the one they got their eyes on

Me say you ain't fucking with my DJ

Catch up you ain't even started on your sleeves yet

Need to book a couple more sessions trying to reach us

Paint guns stuck into my flesh like leeches

All that shadin' shows that your just soft

And if you got a problem middle finger fuck off

I'm on some new shit im a face look

I know you wish you thought of this like Facebook

And I done told give a fuck how the case looks

Cause niggas try to steal my shit, bill gates crooks

And I can pass for a vato

If you tatted, nigga I'm Picasso

I'm the shit, you can get it on your nostrils

You can take a picture or get it on your iPod

I'm going hard body till there's no more room left

And you ain't never seen nobody sit through this

You got space?

Tat it up

Tat it up

Tat it up

Tat it up

Tell Somebody lyrics - Kid Ink

After all the shit we did

You gon' make me have to tell somebody, make me tell somebody

Plead the fifth

But in my mind I wanna tell somebody, wanna tell somebody

The way I hit it, ohhhh you gon' make me have to surf on that ocean

I might drown in your body, let it drip

But you so bad I gotta tell somebody, gotta tell somebody

Oh, oh, oh, my, my, my

You really blowing my mind

Oh, oh, oh, my, my, my

I ain't wasting no time

Tell her hop on that quick

And shade, fuck it up

Do your dance, run it back

We been on one

Fall Back

I will not snitch

Fuck it up, do your dance

Turn around and baby run it back

I wish I could tell somebody

First off, no I ain't the type to go kiss and tell everything

And I'm so drunk that if I try it I misspell everything

And you so drunk that you dance to like everything that come on

We been mixing up these feelings with Hennessy and Patron

Now you feeling the wave and I'm 'bout to jump in the deep-end

I know that you tryna escape, and be my little secret

Oh, oh, oh, my, my, my

You really blowing my mind

Oh, oh, oh, my, my, my

I ain't wasting no time

Tell her hop on that quick

And shade, fuck it up

Do your dance, run it back

We been on one

Fall Back

I will not snitch

Fuck it up, do your dance

Turn around and baby run it back

I wish I could tell somebody

After all the shit we did

You gon' make me have to tell somebody, make me tell somebody

Plead the fifth

But in my mind I wanna tell somebody, wanna tell somebody

The way I hit it, ohhhh you gon' make me have to surf on that ocean

I might drown in your body let it drip

But you so bad I gotta tell somebody, gotta tell somebody

Oh, oh, oh, my, my, my

You really blowing my mind

Oh, oh, oh, my, my, my

I ain't wasting no time

Tell her hop on that quick

And shade, fuck it up

Do your dance, run it back

We been on one

Fall Back

I will not snitch

Fuck it up, do your dance

Turn around and baby run it back

I wish I could tell somebody

I should tell somebody about you

That body you showin' off, girl you should be proud to

That outfit you got on, I'm tryna get you out boo

So glad that I found you, let's dip

You don't really need the bullshit around you

Still something in the fifth

Hope you ready for round two

The New Generation lyrics - Kid Ink

We are, we are the voice

We are, we are the voice

We are, we are the voice

Somebody gotta rep for us

Young outcast, running from the task force

In the streets, they worry 'bout the tabloid

The statistics say I fit the category

I see 'em looking on me down, why?

They sweatin' me, can I get a towel, it's

Out with the old, in with the new

Ain't goin' nowhere, so you better get used to

It's breakin' the rules in half, it's no

Free rides tryna take this path, no shortcuts

Yeah, they don't make no maps

Waited all my life, gotta make it last

So I'm just sittin' here smoking on this Bob Marley

Thinkin' 'bout making, history

I don't know my father, should I call Maury?

Can't really speak much for the ones before me

We are, we are the voice

We are, we are the voice

We are, we are the voice, voice

Of a new generation

We are, we are the voice

We are, we are the voice

We are, we are the voice, voice

Of a new generation

Uh, they'll probably never understand

Why, but I was made for another plan

Doin' me can't live for another man

Full of mistakes, out looking for another chance

Look in the mirror, take another glance

See you yourself, before you try to judge math

It's me, the last of a dying breed

Big dreams, but I'm trying not to fall asleep

Tell 'em, come and follow me

I feel like it's my responsibility

To say, "fuck them" when you can't do it

It'll be okay, I know you been through it

Just roll up, pass one

Try to show 'em, how to have fun

It's nothing new under the sun

But I'm still public enemy number one

We are, we are the voice

We are, we are the voice

We are, we are the voice, voice

Of a new generation

We are, we are the voice

We are, we are the voice

We are, we are the voice, voice

Of a new generation

Time Of Your Life (Remix) lyrics - Kid Ink (feat. Chris Brown & Tyga)

[Kid Ink & Chris Brown:]

You ain't gotta, uh

You ain't gotta, uh, leave

I think I got a, haha

Yeah, yeah, uh, leggo

[Kid Ink:]

Yeah, I said, you ain't gotta, you ain't gotta leave

My bad, I know this ain't usually your scene

But don't worry about it, girl, just be yourself

And I swear, I ain't gon', I ain't gon' say a thing

Now gon' just have the time of your life

The time of your life, let it go

Go, go, go, and have the time of your life

Time of your life, baby, let it show

(Yeah, yeah)

Now, let me show you how we livin' (uh)

Wouldn't trade the world for this feelin'

Puttin' on for my city, up and away to the limit (yeah)

Head high, in the sky, they can't see us, baby girl, we 'bout to get it

Had the time of your lifestyle

Actin' so shy, see the fireworks comin'

It's the Fourth of July up in this bitch, uh, jumpin' like a 64'

Get about your day, put this bottle on your lips go

All the away said

That all I need in this world full of greed is my bitch and my team, tell 'em (woo!)

That you ain't gotta, you ain't gotta trip

I won't say a thing, baby girl, plead the Fifth

Yeah, I said, you ain't gotta, you ain't gotta leave

My bad, I know this ain't usually your scene

But don't worry about it, girl, just be yourself

And I swear, I ain't gon', I ain't gon' say a thing

Now gon' just have the time of your life

The time of your life, let it go

Go, go, go, and have the time of your life

Time of your life, baby, let it show

[Tyga:]

Uh, sunshine, Golden State

She make a wish, I cut the cake

Appetite for love, she the recipe

She so on my level when it's fuck whoever disagree

Spendin' time, spendin' money, we overseas

New estate, R8, she get the keys

One thing that I'm guessin', she don't probably know recession

All that beauty on your face, niggas pay 'cause they can't pace

I don't play, I just lay, lay my game down flat

Told her this for one night only, if you comin', bring her back

'Cause I probably won't be back, it's a party where I'm at

It's a party in my pants and you invited with all that ass, goddamn, goddamn

[Kid Ink:]

Yeah, I said, you ain't gotta, you ain't gotta leave

My bad, I know this ain't usually your scene

But don't worry about it, girl, just be yourself

And I swear, I ain't gon', I ain't gon' say a thing

Now gon' just have the time of your life

The time of your life, let it go

Go, go, go, and have the time of your life

Time of your life, baby, let it show

[Chris Brown:]

(Ha, haha)

They be nigga that's the shit, I be like nigga that's that what?

Girl, you know that I'm gon' take you down, let that molly turn you up

This might go right over your biscuit but my shit is predator

And you the price so I'ma slay, beat it up, beat it up

They be like why she walk like her shit don't stink?

'Cause that's my bitch, what you think?

Shine in the night, the time of your life

A nigga like you can't you afford these drinks

Been grindin' hard since kindergarten

Fuck that nigga, I am the party

That's that shit, that real life shit

That real life shit, I've been about it

[Kid Ink:]

Yeah, uh, I been about it, you can ask your friends about me ('bout it, huh)

I know that they know how we get down to the very bottom

And I bet you never had this much fun with anybody (no)

You can tell your man don't worry about us, bitch (what?)

Yeah, I said, you ain't gotta, you ain't gotta leave (yeah)

My bad, I know this ain't usually your scene (tell 'em)

But don't worry about it, girl, just be yourself (Alumni, Up and Away)

And I swear, I ain't gon', I ain't gon' say a thing (June 12th, it's Kid Ink)

Now gon' just have the time of your life

The time of your life, let it go

Go, go, go, and have the time of your life

Time of your life, baby, let it show (ooh)