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

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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)

Tonight lyrics - Kid Ink (feat. Verse Simmonds)

[Kid Ink:]

Uh, uh, It's another one, and another one

Alumni, yeah

[Verse Simmonds:]

I know you're used to me spending (I know what you're used to)

And all that sweet wining and dining (all the things I got you)

Slow love and all that affection (tell me what you need girl)

Right now we gon' try something different (this is what you want girl)

I'm fucking you, I'm fucking you, I'm fucking you tonight

I'm fucking you, I'm fucking you, I'm fucking you tonight

Ay, take a sip and light that dutchie up, ay and she like it when we do it rough

I'm fucking you, I'm fucking you, I'm fucking you tonight

[Kid Ink:]

You say that the molly might, bring the freak out you tonight

Well, ain't no pressure you decide, but girl know I'm usually right

Up late night, we vampires and baby no I'm used to bites

I just tell her hop on up and ride me like a scooter bike

Been in and twisting your limbs, nigga so cool, I fuck you in lenses

Tell that I've been in the gym, the way that I lift you up like a bench press

Baby keep running it back, first down, she taking them interests

Don't think about taking them heels off, you keeping them on when I've paid for them

Round 2 and then I light the blunt, blazing

Round 3, I close the blinds 'cause you don't like the sun beaming in the morning, always sleeping in, girl turn off your ringer

Wake up in the afternoon, I might take you to nemo's

[Verse Simmonds:]

I know you're used to me spending (I know what you're used to)

And all that sweet wining and dining (all the things I got you)

Slow love and all that affection (tell me what you need girl)

Right now we gon' try something different (this is what you want girl)

I'm fucking you, I'm fucking you, I'm fucking you tonight

I'm fucking you, I'm fucking you, I'm fucking you tonight

Ay, take a sip and light that dutchie up, ay and she like it when we do it rough

I'm fucking you, I'm fucking you, I'm fucking you tonight

I know what you're used to, baby yeah I got you

Girl I ain't going to lie to you, you deserve the ball, baby you deserve it all

You deserve to tear the mall down, you deserve a freak, you deserve someone to put it down

Pull up the driveway, up on Popeyes, baby order what you want

Pretty boogie bitch, she know a nigga rich, she running up a note

I don't never tell her no, I just rather tell her go, then I tell her go low

I told that bitch, swallow, baby you owe me something, owe me back like you owe your taxes

Show me something, pay me back when you do it like that

I know you love when I'm in love to you, girl tonight I'm tryna fuck you like you want me to

I know you're used to me spending (I know what you're used to)

And all that sweet wining and dining (And all that sweet wining and dining)

Slow love and all that affection (all that affection)

Right now we gon' try something different (this is what you want girl)

I'm fucking you, I'm fucking you, I'm fucking you tonight

I'm fucking you, I'm fucking you, I'm fucking you tonight

Ay, take a sip and light that dutchie up, ay and she like it when we do it rough

I'm fucking you, I'm fucking you, I'm fucking you tonight

[Kid Ink:]

I know what you're used to

I know what you're used to, breakfast at Tiffany's and dinner at Katsuya

That shit the usual, but you know where I want go, swerve out and tap that like a drum roll

Alright

Here's another one, and another one, here's another one

Oh yeah

Kid Ink, Verse

Egh!

Truth lyrics - Kid Ink

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Woah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Woah)

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Woah)

Truth, truth, truth

Tell the truth, truth, truth, truth (Ayy)

Truth, truth, truth, truth (Ayy)

Truth, truth, truth, truth (Ooh)

Truth, truth (Ooh)

Truth (Ooh)

Tell the truth

Been a minute since I really showed 'em how I do shit

Been a minute since I been this lit up off the D'USSÉ (Ooh)

Used to hit a swisher, now that grabba [?]

Niggas talkin' big energy, but they coochie

Truth, truth, tell the truth

Let my bitch dress, [?] fuck [?] boo

Everything intact, bring it back in a loop

Nikes on the mat, where the check? Gimme loot

Money keep her dancin', I got a pack

Look like Marilyn Manson, we end up black

Ain't no cap, in my facts, this shit life

Tell the truth, that's on God, never - (Ayy)

Truth, truth, truth (Never lie)

Truth, truth, truth (I'm the guy)

Truth, truth (Ooh)

Truth (Ooh)

Truth, truth (Ain't no truth)

Truth, truth, truth (Tell the -)

Tell the truth, baby girl

Too much Belle Route, I get loose, baby girl

Outside what I drive, that's my new baby girl

Ain't no seats for your friends, only two, baby girl

Crazy cake, pass the blunt, I go OBJ, give me space

James Webb all up in your face

Start the day with my chains on, look like Frosted Flakes

Got a taste, stackin' cake like the oven easy bake

Neo high, red or blue pill, I can't decide

Catch a five, this your first one, we do this everytime

Same dream team, never switchin' sides

Tell the truth, it's on God, never -

Truth, truth, truth (Never lie)

Truth, truth, truth (I'm the guy)

Truth, truth (Ooh)

Truth (Ooh)

Truth, truth (Ain't no truth)

Truth, truth, truth, truth

Turn It Out lyrics - Kid Ink

Go

Yeah

It's kid ink

I know you see me with my back against the wall

Grippen on the cup standing on the booth

I could see the whole club

Everybody show me love haters show me mugs

But I ain't gonna let it kill my buzz

Watch me turn it out

I turn it out

Watch me turn it out

I turn it out

Watch me turn it out

Ladies tell me yes they never don't never turn me down

Watch me turn em out

Watch how I do it's the one and only reason that the routin

Everything lucid but I'm heavy off that fluid

Blowin smoke threw your face

So everybody feel included

We should celebrate ever single day

We don't need a reason over here except we gettin paid

Put your lighters up higher then the Himalays

Roll with the alumni bitch I graduated yeah

Now I roll up look like a diploma

It's that fire feel it burnin

Got it fanin like dacota

See my name on the flyer

So the owner make it's quote up

It's just me and my brothers like the jonas

And we sitten with our back against the wall

Grippen on the cup standing on the booth

I could see the whole club

Everybody show me love haters show me mugs

But I ain't gonna let it kill my buzz

Watch me turn it out

I turn it out

Watch me turn it out

I turn it out

Watch me turn it out

Ladies tell me yes they don't never don't never turn me down

Watch me turn em out

Eyes wide shut still see you lookin

Walkin on the cloud look up and see my footprints

It ain't nothing but a word let's get it started

Takin shots let's your head snap back like a starter

It's been a long time comin just start payin attention

Ya'll some cheap motherfuckers everybody in attendance

Looking for the ruckis send another round

Rollin with the punches we smokin in the club snuck it threw my bitches

Tip to the bouncers cause security be snitchin'

It's a rockin belvedere O.J. by the pitcher

Got yuh mad niggah that was my intentions

See me sittin with my back against the wall

Grippen on the cup standing on the booth

I could see the whole club

Everybody show me love haters show me mugs

But I ain't gonna let it kill my buzz

Watch me turn it out

I turn it out

Watch me turn it out

I turn it out

Watch me turn it out

Ladies tell me yes they never don't never turn me down

Watch me turn em out

Kid Ink other songs:

 

Us lyrics - Kid Ink (feat. Elley Duhé)

(from "Uncle Drew" soundtrack)

Incoming

[Elley Duhé:]

We hold it in our hands

Everything we will become

We hold it in our hands

The hustle, the struggle, the love

That is what makes us us

That is what makes us us

(Kid Ink)

[Kid Ink:]

Now whoever thought at 16 this big dreams would turn up like ginseng

My peak is still pending

Made it through all of the envy, little injury

Going full speed like Indy, the grind's never ending

Gotta make sure that you feel me before my time's up

We gon' rise busting through the ceiling

I've been trying to play the game just like six rings

If you could only see the drama that this shit brings

Looking for the light trying to feel the beam

Rushed to sellout but it just seems sus

I came from the dust, this is better than nothing

But still ain't enough though

Can't be caught up soft like a plush doll

It'll be straight, yeah I've been brushed off

No love lost, you'll never hear me fuss

And that is what makes us us

[Elley Duhé:]

We hold it in our hands

Everything we will become

We hold it in our hands

The hustle, the struggle, the love

That is what makes us us

That is what makes us us

[Kid Ink:]

Said ain't no turning back from here

Try to back me in, might crack your chin yeah

I got another lap to win

And big shoes to fill that only Shaq could fill yeah

No I ain't feeling that fulfilled

Said it's back to drills, drip blood, and spills sweat

I don't care how long it take me

And I just laugh at the ones who said they made me

Go ahead try your best but you can't clone

Put your under pressure that'll break bones

Keep my head way to the sky

There ain't no looking down

On the way to the top

Throw it up, let it drop

Did that shit with finesse

Need that championship ring with them big ass baguettes

I know we'll pull through in the clutch

And that's just what makes us us

[Elley Duhé:]

We hold it in our hands

Everything we will become

We hold it in our hands

The hustle, the struggle, the love

That is what makes us us

That is what makes us us

Is it cliché to say that I

Want this so bad I could taste it

And it just tastes so amazing

Oh I've got the scars to prove that I

Been put through the ringer but I'm coming up greater

I've got the scars to prove that I

Been put through the ringer but I'm coming up greater

That is what makes us us

That is what makes us us

That is what makes us us

That is what makes us us

Wait For Me lyrics - Kid Ink

Girl you can hit me on my phone

When ever you are alone

Ready for me to come take you down

Baby girl I'm on my way

I don't mind that you play

You ain't gotta

You ain't gotta

Wait for me

Wait for me

Wait for me

Wait for me

Wait for me

Wait for me

Girl just make sure that you think of me

Think of me

Think of me

Think of me

Think of me

Think of me

Girl its okay

You don't need to waste no time

I wont be jealous babe

Just keep me on your mind

It ain't a crime go ahead and unwind

Nobody gotta know but me

So baby don't be shy

You know your spots

Just make sure that the door unlocked

When I walk in baby girl don't stop

Ima sit back here for a minute and watch

I'm your biggest fan

When you get tired I can lend a hand

Ima be back real soon

But till then girl you know what to do

Girl you can hit me on my phone

When ever you are alone

Ready for me to come take you down

Baby girl I'm on my way

I don't mind that you play

You ain't gotta

You ain't gotta

Wait for me

Wait for me

Wait for me

Wait for me

Wait for me

Wait for me

Girl just make sure that you think of me

Think of me

Think of me

Think of me

Think of me

Think of me

I know I'm running late

But here I come to help

Since you cant love me babe

Until you can love yourself

Rub yourself

It turns me on when,

You show me that your comfortable

Inside your own skin

So use your mind

And baby not your eyes

And make sure you move your hips,

Counter clock wise

This ain't forever, just in the meanwhile

You can call me night time

Cause I bring them freaks out

Girl you can hit me on my phone

When ever you are alone

Ready for me to come take you down

Baby girl I'm on my way

I don't mind that you play

You ain't gotta

You ain't gotta

Wait for me

Wait for me

Wait for me

Wait for me

Wait for me

Wait for me

Girl just make sure that you think of me

Think of me

Think of me

Think of me

Think of me

Think of me

I said you ain't gotta wait

Just pulled up feeling good all day

Sorry that a nigga had to work so long

I was up in the studio makin this song

Girl you can hit me on my phone

When ever you are alone

Ready for me to come take you down

Baby girl I'm on my way

I don't mind that you play

You ain't gotta

You ain't gotta

Wait for me

Wait for me

Wait for me

Wait for me

Wait for me

Wait for me

Girl just make sure that you think of me

Think of me

Think of me

Think of me

Think of me

Think of me

While We Dancing lyrics - Kid Ink & Verse Simmonds

Mercy, mercy

We already baka

Catch di vibe with di big dan dada

Rollin' [?]

Whine for me and your pun pun, ayy

[?] your blessin' for goodness [?]

We be so hot to touch these days

Need you now, I can't play no games, games

Baby, ooh, goddamn

This must be your jam

Feelin' like

Fuckin' while we dancin'

Fuckin' while we dancin'

We don't need to get a room, goddamn

This must be your jam

Feelin' like

Fuckin' while we dancin'

Fuckin' while we dancin'

Yeah, let go

Heartbeat, Techno

You know the last stroke, best stroke

Sippin' on this Monet and Red Bull

I got all the energy to get you

[?] so already know the menu

Let her [?] and I got a lot for [?]

Love the way you move

I need a lil' more

Hit it from the back and then I hit the "Woah" (Woah-woah-oh-oh-oh)

All night long [?]

I don't know what it is, gotta show 'em, babe (Baby, show me)

Baby, ooh, goddamn

This must be your jam

Feelin' like

Fuckin' while we dancin'

Fuckin' while we dancin'

We don't need to get a room, goddamn

This must be your jam

Feelin' like

Fuckin' while we dancin'

Fuckin' while we dancin'

Oh yeah, yeah

Fuckin' while we dancin'

Fuckin' while we dancin'

Look, had a jealous to spread

Squad down and they move like me

Clap, clap, need to rest, sunset

Might need to get a room instead

I'm so tired of the fakin'

Can you dance like that while you take it

Freakin' like you're Jamaican too

Baby, ooh

Baby, ooh, goddamn

This must be your jam

Feelin' like

Fuckin' while we dancin'

Fuckin' while we dancin'

We don't need to get a room, goddamn

This must be your jam

Feelin' like

Fuckin' while we dancin'

Fuckin' while we dancin'

Baby, ooh, goddamn

This must be your jam

Feelin' like

Fuckin' while we dancin'

Fuckin' while we dancin'

We don't need to get a room, goddamn

This must be your jam

Feelin' like

Fuckin' while we dancin'

Fuckin' while we dancin'

Fuckin' while we dancin'

Fuckin' while we dancin'

Fuckin' while we dancin'

Fuckin' while we dancin'

Woop Woop lyrics - Kid Ink

All I gotta do is pull up with the pound right now and I could get high with you (yeah)

All she gotta do is drop somethin' down, move around, while I pitch a couple bands to the roof

Let's bend a couple rules and get another room, that's a lil' more private, all eyes on you

All you gotta do is (ooh), motivate me with your movement

While I throwing all these dead pres'

Watch me hit 'em with the finesse

You don't wanna check for damage

I put that ass to bed rest

Watch me pull up in the coupe

Two seater, I got the double with the scoop

But it's a group, same niggas from the stu' (with me)

Dub city, I just send a alley oop

From the window to the wall

With the southshade from me when the money start to fall (okay)

Lookin' like Lamelo when I ball, might pump fake then watch 'em jump criss-cross, okay

I take my hand and I put on your waist

She look and tell me nigga, this ain't no race

It's all good I can move with your pace

While I wait I'ma break it down like mmmh

Roll some then we blow it to the moon

Hit the gas and you feel that shit like vroom vroom

Legs up and I ate that shit like mmmh

Need a boom boom boom baby

All I gotta do is pull up with the pound right now and I could get high with you (yeah)

All she gotta do is drop somethin' down, move around, while I pitch a couple bands to the roof

Let's bend a couple rules and get another room, that's a lil' more private, all eyes on you

All you gotta do is (ooh), motivate me with your movement

While I throwing all these dead pres'

Watch me hit 'em with the finesse

You don't wanna check for damage

I put that ass to bed rest

I'm feeling like J.F.K

Waving at the top of the hook, go crazy

Apeshit, got them bitches jumpin' out their cages

But can't get close, cause I'm way too famous

Still tryna keep it humble

While she bang, bang, the mirror see the gun smoke

Break it down need chains for the hundo'

Every man for themselves, Royal Rumble, okay

I'mma get you up and out them Balmains

See you gon' walk up outta here with no string, no strings

Simple and plain before your mind change lets ride a mmmh

Roll some then we blow it to the moon

Pump the gas and you feel that shit like vroom vroom

Legs up and I ate that shit like mmmh

Need a boom boom boom baby

All I gotta do is pull up with the pound right now and I could get high with you (yeah)

All she gotta do is drop somethin' down, move around, while I pitch a couple bands to the roof

Let's bend a couple rules and get another room, that's a lil' more private, all eyes on you

All you gotta do is (ooh), motivate me with your movement

While I throwing all these dead pres'

Watch me hit 'em with the finesse

You don't wanna check for damage

I put that ass to bed rest

While I throwing all these dead pres'

Watch me hit em with the finesse

You don't wanna check for damage

I put that ass to bed rest

Yu Know It lyrics - Kid Ink

You know it

You know it, you know it

You know it, you know it

You know it

You know it, you know it

You know it, you know it

You know it

Sittin' on a hill with a view lookin' over the Westside

Sunset time know the freaks come out like a vampire

I don't just play for the team

Baby girl got a piece of the franchise

Trynna frat nice

It's a party at the crib every night like a frathouse

You know it

You know it, you know it

Don't ask how important

I knew you before this

When you was just whorin'

I know the whole star

I ain't trynna judge you at all the room

Sit back, take a hit of Diablo

And a sip of the Ace, play your cards right

Riding in My Own Lane hittin' all strikes, all night!

You know it

You know it, you know it

You know it, you know it

You know it

You know it, you know it

You know what you doin'

You know it

You know it

You know it, you know it

You know it, you know it

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

[from "Furious 7" soundtrack]

[Intro - 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

[Hook - 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

[Verse 1 - 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, 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

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Wale:]
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
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 defeat 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 cutting
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

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - 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
You got that fake-friend syndrome
There's no cure so them 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, 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 bread come quicker
For me and my day one hittas

[Outro - Kid Ink:]
Ride out!