Kid Ink Same Day

It’s a blessing (and now we make it)

No questions now

I went from rags to riches

To fucking with the baddest bitch (fucking with baddest)

In my section

It’s a blessing, no questions, egh

Got paid, flipped it all – in the same day

Pool party in the club – in the same day

Just met and I could hit it – in the same day

Land in your city, take off – in the same day (in the same day)

I got paid fucked her all – in the same day (same day)

Pool party in the club

We, in this bitch all night

Been doing this all day I know

The way that my car rides (alright)

Feel like back to the future I go

Got everything on ice

Feel like it’s 40 below

I just need her like

Swear when you hit this shit girl you gon’ flow

Go ahead, suck it up

Just got paid tryna fuck it up

My bottle like your bottle ’til you drunk enough

Any time you need a piece baby [?]

And when you trying to leave baby hit the deuce

And a seven nigga bitches hit at you

Valet ticket then I hit the coup

If you ain’t in my circle, you ain’t in the loop

I went from rags to riches

To fucking with the baddest bitch (fucking with baddest)

In my section

It’s a blessing, no questions, egh

Got paid, flipped it all – in the same day

Pool party in the club – in the same day

Just met and I could hit it – in the same day

Land in your city, take off – in the same day (in the same day)

I got paid fucked her all – in the same day (same day)

Pool party in the club

I, just might hit both

She brought her friend, just might hit both (uh-uh)

In the same day, shots up, gameface

You better get your bank cause she ain’t saying

With me and all my niggas in the same place

We went from rags to getting fast money

Ain’t nothing but a traffic ticket

You niggas still crashing the game

You still need a pass in the city

I see them trying to catch my way

I hit them with the pass in the [?]

Started, star, was on my yard

Smelling like money and we get [?]

No sticks and no seeds on my flowers

Spent your whole weekend in 24 hours

I went from rags to riches

To fucking with the baddest bitch (fucking with baddest)

In my section

It’s a blessing, no questions, egh

Got paid, flipped it all – in the same day

Pool party in the club – in the same day

Just met and I could hit it – in the same day

Land in your city, take off – in the same day (in the same day)

I got paid fucked her all – in the same day (same day)

Pool party in the club

Kid Ink Closet Freak

Yeah, girl we can chill

Get you to the crib

Show you how I live

Put on your favourite song

Lay you on the bed

Do a couple things

I know that you ain’t doing with your man

Got her doing things she ain’t doing with her man [x4]

She a closet freak

Closet freak

Closet freak

And imma bring her out

She a closet freak

Closet freak

Closet freak

And imma bring her out tonight

Said imma bring her out, bail bonds

Beat it up, like some alpines

Just take another shot, foul line

Energy like I’m runnin on some alkalines

Posin shins like pilates

Tase her too, she can feel it in her body

It’s gettin hot in here, just catch a tan

Cos girl I got a plan

I know that you ain’t doing with your man

Got her doing things she ain’t doing with her man [x4]

She a closet freak

Closet freak

Closet freak

And imma bring her out

She a closet freak

Closet freak

Closet freak

And imma bring her out tonight

Cos baby he can’t do it like I do

I know how to bring out a IQ

Good brain in the fast lane

So we don’t play games like

We from the ceilin to the floor

Got three things that you never did before

Eyes roll back

Put her in a trance

See girl I got a plan

I know that you ain’t doing with your man

Got her doing things she ain’t doing with her man [x4]

She a closet freak

Closet freak

Closet freak

And imma bring her out

She a closet freak

Closet freak

Closet freak

And imma bring her out tonight

Good girl gone bad know you heard of her

We wake the neighbours up, disturbia

Got the lights off, no sheets

Headboard kno-knocking like the police

Cartwheels and handstands

Shit you never did with your last man

Don’t got to say it again

But girl I got a plan

I know that you ain’t doing with your man

Got her doing things she ain’t doing with her man [x4]

She a closet freak

Closet freak

Closet freak

And imma bring her out

She a closet freak

Closet freak

Closet freak

And imma bring her out tonight

Kid Ink More Than A King

[Intro:]

An honest man often grows cruel

When converted into an absolute prince

Born from power, a bitter from fear

The madness, the treachery

The strong mixture of troubles

It is a man’s own mind

Not his enemy or foe that lures him to evil ways

More than a man, more than a king

More like God!

[Bridge:]

I feel like (like)

More than a man, more than a king, more like God

It’s more than a city, more than a dream where we are

Feels so super human

Everything’s so super fly

[Verse 1:]

Uh, I don’t need no cake

Comin in hot nigga beat yo brakes

Wait, erry’body sound so reckless

King me, these niggas still playin checkers

Me? A nigga stay chest to chest

Let somebody else check the check

In my city protect yo neck

It’s more than a method man of the year, uh

The man of the hour, sold-out shows for I sold one out

Ridin round with this gold A on my chest like Al

Whole team winnin, OG hit a homerun, we chillin

We don’t talk much til you pc niggas

It’s showtime, check yo TV nigga

I’m 1080p HD, seeing everything clear through my red eyes

Runnin these streets past me, get it right when you see a nigga zoom by

Zoom out, you’re standing way too close

Groupie boy worse than a new hoe

Cold heart growin, need a new coat

Too high, tryna find my new low

[Interlude:]

Dominion over nature

Crosses the line into the relation to other men

Proper appetite and desire

Becomes lust and passion

The dominion that man is to have over nature

He also seeks to have over his brothers

So crossing the line of his own proper dominion

And crossing on gods

Only God is to have dominion over all

[Verse 2:]

Uh, so I just sit back and laugh at em

Blowin kush and success my bad habit

Sacrifices I might take a stab at em

Feelin ain’t no man like me since Adam

Ask me these actors is half assin’

I’m a active, addict but I action

Racks in, racks out, girl keep flashin

Fact is, little life that you niggas fashion

Hard to ball when ain’t one to pass it

In the past but I was way too passionate

Way too much drive, almost crashin

To the casket, fuck that to the ashes

Uh, burn one nigga, off so much style, know you heard my nigga

Uh, what’s the word my nigga

Been gone since November my nigga uh

Yea, tell a bitch kick the feet out

Anything she left, left me like regal

Lit em on fire, take take em all down

Pull out the shots and take it like pow

Faded off my own strain

Better pull to the side, this is my own lane

Speedin over limit, hittin corners in a maze

I can see where we going, hope the signs don’t change

More than a man, more than a king, more like God

More than a man, more than a king, more like God

More than a man, more than a king… more like God

Kid Ink Hell & Back

[Chorus:]

You can tell them that

I’ve been from hell and back

When the heat is on

I fire back

In this cold world

Where your lighters at?

Let’s burn it down

Fire back

You can tell them that

I’ve been from hell and back

When the heat is on

I fire back

In this cold world

Where your light is at

Let’s burn it down

Fire back

[Verse:]

Uh, let’s take it to the ground

Don’t too many make it coming through our town

Looking for a detour nowhere to be found

When the pressure’s on seems nobody’s around

Uh, but I won’t let them see me sweat

Ye it took a little time,

But can’t really be upset

Long way to the top,

I can barely see the steps

Yeah, they sleeping on me still

But I barely need to rest

See me standing here head high

Face up, I don’t need no X-Ray

Show you what I’m made of

Tell ’em I paid my dues and

You can check the pay stubs

Never had a chance so

I had to go and make one

Say some You can tell them that

I’ve been through hell and back

But I’m home, can’t really complain when

It’s the life that I chose

Sacrificed it all and everything that I owned

Say “What doesn’t kill me can only make me stronger”

[Chorus:]

You can tell them that

I’ve been from hell and back

When the heat is on

I fire back

In this cold world

Where your lighters at?

Let’s burn it down

Fire back

You can tell them that

I’ve been from hell and back

When the heat is on

I fire back

In this cold world

Where your light is at

Let’s burn it down

Fire back

[Verse:]

Yuh, can you feel the heat

The block is hot as ever

In these city streets

You only get one shot

Keep your arm steady

They tried to make me wait

But I’m more than ready

To go and get mine grind like an in-line

Skater check your wrist watch you’ll see that

This time it’s my time,

And I don’t need no invite

To the party, got roll over minutes and it

Feels like my calling, uh

I’m just doing what I can

With a whole lot of drive

Trying to make my own path

Take a chance, can’t sit and worry about

No 5-year plan gotta live for the day

‘Cause I could die where I stand

Tell ’em

You can tell them that

I’ve been through hell and back

But I’m home, can’t really complain when

It’s the life that I chose

Sacrificed it all and everything that I owned

Say “What doesn’t kill me can only make me stronger”

[Chorus:]

You can tell them that

I’ve been from hell and back

When the heat is on

I fire back

In this cold world

Where your lighters at?

Let’s burn it down

Fire back

You can tell them that

I’ve been from hell and back

When the heat is on

I fire back

In this cold world

Where your light is at

Let’s burn it down

Fire back

Kid Ink Bank

I bring in the cash on a fuckin’ crane

I lost count again, who’s to fuckin’ blame?

Count that shit

I just blew a crib on a fuckin’ chain

I do what I want, I’m the fuckin’ bank

I bring in the cash on a fuckin’ crane

I lost count again (flip that shit)

I just fucked two girls on a fuckin’ plane

I do what I want, I’m the fuckin’ bank

I’m the fuckin’ bank

(I do what I want) I’m the fuckin’ bank

Tell your bitch to hurry with my fuckin’ chains

I do what I want, I’m the fuckin’ bank (okay)

I do what I want, I’m the fuckin’ bank

Watch me run it up, baby you can chase

I sell water to a whale then take that shit to Wells

Teller, what’s the balance? She say that you’re doin’ well

Well, well, doin’ well, ‘member back when we was broke?

No, no, I must add the mention, niggas gettin’ old

Oh, oh, niggas hit me up like I’m the ATM

And I check my bank account more than you check your Instagram

Grams on top of grams on top of grams of all this fuckin’ dank

Jump in, dive in, swim into the money, walk me to the plank

Since a youngin’ I’ve been tryna eat, show me where the plate

I’m just tryna eat, let me say my grace

I bring in the cash on a fuckin’ crane

I lost count again, who’s to fuckin’ blame?

Count that shit

I just blew a crib on a fuckin’ chain

I do what I want, I’m the fuckin’ bank

I bring in the cash on a fuckin’ crane

I lost count again, flip that shit

I just fucked two girls on a fuckin’ plane

I do what I want, I’m the fuckin’ bank

I’m the fuckin’ bank

I’m the fuckin’ bank

Tell your bitch to hurry with my fuckin’ chains

I do what I want, I’m the fuckin’ bank

I do what I want, act an ass in this bitch

I done lost count again, seen the ass on my chick

All these bitches here, nobody even asked for the address

Countin’ all this dirty money got my house in a mess

Message after message, pretty clear just check your texts

I still know niggas with kis that’s givin’ out piano lessons

Said that’s some shit you ain’t know, your party I will rain on

Watch it disappear, I make it come right back, shit David Blaine, oh

Whip it, horseback ridin’ in the ‘Rari

I’m Usain runnin’ through my city for coins like Mario

Every time I party at the crib, it’s like Mardi Gras

Baby throw that money maker, I’m just tryna withdraw

I bring in the cash on a fuckin’ crane

I lost count again, who’s to fuckin’ blame?

Count that shit

I just blew a crib on a fuckin’ chain

I do what I want, I’m the fuckin’ bank

I bring in the cash on a fuckin’ crane

I lost count again, flip that shit

I just fucked two girls on a fuckin’ plane

I do what I want, I’m the fuckin’ bank

I’m the fuckin’ bank

I’m the fuckin’ bank

Tell your bitch to hurry with my fuckin’ chains

I do what I want, I’m the fuckin’ bank

Kid Ink George Lucas

[King Los:]

I got no excuses, I’m ’bout to fuckin’ lose this

Oh this game exclusive, we ain’t never losin’

All my fuckin’ crew here, don’t try actin’ clueless

All we make is movies, George fuckin’ Lucas

All we make is movies

All we make is

In the club I’m George fuckin’ Lucas

I’m ’bout to fuckin’ lose this

Okay, I walk inside this bitch like tonight I’m tryna earn

To the knotches on my belt, feel like I can’t hold my pants

I could prolly’ take your chick if I really took the chance

When they play her favorite song, she know all the fuckin’ dances, oh yeah

Aw man, don’t stop, baby girl, go ‘head

And I know when I’m watchin’

And I love when you drop it down

Down baby with your bow legs

You keep doin’ what you’re doin’ and I’m throwin’ what I’m throwin’

I could pay monthly, your whole rent

I got that money on my mind but I lost it

At the same time, don’t make no sense

It’s a star wars if you with it

Drive my spaceship back to the future

OG sky walkin’ in the blunt

And I’m prolly’ go back to my planet when it’s finished

[King Los:]

I got no excuses, I’m ’bout to fuckin’ lose this

Oh this game exclusive, we ain’t never losin’

All my fuckin’ crew here, don’t try actin’ clueless

All we make is movies, George fuckin’ Lucas

All we make is movies

All we make is

In the club I’m George fuckin’ Lucas

All these niggas just the same to me

All these groupies is the same to me

I don’t know who the fuck to blame here

But all this goofy shit is lame to me

Threw the whole dash with the gold pass

In my own class, baby slow class

Come on take a pie with a cool guy

I know all about the wave like a pool guy

I just copped a presidental out in Dubai

And I roll 100 swishas, I got too high

Out of my mind, I need to be minded

To tell these niggas catch up

There’s no condoms, bench on the side of it

Go ahead and get the wallet

And I fuck around in got so deep up in it

Left my wallet in it

Wish we got it bigger

Cause we started from the bottom

Would have hoped you takin’ notes

Just so you pussy niggas know how to kick it

I got no excuses, I’m ’bout to fuckin’ lose this

Oh this game exclusive, we ain’t never losin’

All my fuckin’ crew here, don’t try actin’ clueless

All we make is movies, George fuckin’ Lucas

All we make is movies

All we make is

In the club I’m George fuckin’ Lucas

I’m ’bout to fuckin’ lose this

Kid Ink In My Way

[Kid Ink:]

I got the green in my way

Whole lean in my way

See the cops in my way

No stops in my way

I been MIA

Summer out of state

See the green in my way

Whole lean in my way

[Nef the Pharoah:]

Boss nigga but I listen to what my son say

Squad with the gun play, shot em down on a Monday

Move like Cash Money soldiers, sik wit it, we takin’ over

medicine in my favourite soda, backwoods filled wit purple clovers

I be MIA, I had a summer outta state

I call my side bitch a cuma, black Panther rockin’ Puma

I swear these niggas tuna, big shark swim through ’em

Had to fail Kid Ink E40 told me give it to him

FaceTimin’ with my mama while I’m overseas

Had the record labels smellin’ like a 100 trees

Crunch velvets, movin’ Elvis, bitches want the D

I tell her hold it, I’m a P and all I want is currency

I just took a private jet to think about who I’m a be

Nerd niggas callin’ me, they tryna go to war with me

But war cost money and these niggas lookin’ poor to me

Cops in my way, they wanna see me to the penitentiary

[Kid Ink:]

I got the green in my way

Whole lean in my way

See the cops in my way

No stops in my way

I been MIA

Summer out of state

See the green in my way

Whole lean in my way

And I just wanna see how far shit take us

Gettin’ any closer, you be standin’ on the tables

Shawty start to recognise and her friends do too

And I’m feelin’ like the dawg that I was in high school

That nigga played a fool, but the trappin’ never stops

Still got a couple niggas I could get up off the block

RIP Kid Kelly, know the whole street hot

Way these niggas still bang, I ain’t worried ’bout the cops

Oh it’s bat tag gang, see the chain, it’s my name

Tag day one niggas, just a couple of ’em made

Last 45 minute flight, LA to the Bay

You ain’t got the same pass nigga

I got the green in my way

Whole lean in my way

See the cops in my way

No stops in my way

I been MIA

Summer out of state

See the green in my way

Whole lean in my way

[Mozzy:]

I just left the Bay, I’m ballin’ in LA

She ain’t talkin’ guacamole, prolly’ in my way

E-Mozzy on the way, he prolly’ got the gang

Shout out my loc Shitty, Four and Slimey with the dream

Lot of dope, smoke on my soccer jersey stain

My white bitch geekin’, swervin’ off the pay

100 band play, savin’ 30 out the gate

100 band play, savin’ 30 out the gate

Wake up and get paid, run it up for my gang

Go and buy some more buckets, niggas need some more things

15 for this chain, spent more on my bail

We could talk about gun play, but most of y’all gon’ tell

I ain’t tryna go to jail, nigga, we ain’t takin’ no Ls

I ain’t tryna go to jail, nigga, we ain’t takin’ no Ls

Slid through like hellish shit, how do them niggas feel

Slid through like hellish shit, how do them niggas feel

[Kid Ink:]

I got the green in my way

Whole lean in my way

See the cops in my way

No stops in my way

I been MIA

Summer out of state

See the green in my way

Whole lean in my way

[Bricc Baby:]

I just hopped up on a flight with like 100 of ’em

Next stop South Beach, MIA homie

And I ain’t never had a job, but I got yay homie

And if a nigga tryna rob, I’mma spray on ’em

1 thing about Bricc, a nigga keep a rocket

30 off the hip and the nigga quick to pop it

A he quick to test me, bitch that be outta pocket

Sent 100 pound nigga, made 100 profit

Pack touched down in the A, super straight

Just made it, just 50 bands, super play

Call my nigga Mozzy, pull up in a super Wraith

Let the know Kid Ink then we blowin’ stupid band

[Kid Ink:]

I got the green in my way

Whole lean in my way

See the cops in my way

No stops in my way

I been MIA

Summer out of state

See the green in my way

Whole lean in my way

Kid Ink Hello World

[Intro]

Hello baby, guess who’s back? (Yeah)

It’s been a minute (I know you miss me, yeah)

Egh. Kid Ink

I said…

[Verse 1:]

Hello baby, guess who back? It’s been a minute

I been fiending for your love like crack, from the beginning

When I didn’t know you quite like that, knew we would hit it off

Now we somewhere getting lost, rockstars with no guitars

You ain’t gotta wait no more, I got what you came for

I said fucking with me promise that you’ll wake up with a hangover

Champagne, we celebrating for every day that we never ate

It’s evident Imma never change, gonna be this way forever baby

Echelon keep elevating, bunch of bitches, hella haters

Add them up while I just keep it 100, exclamated

Don’t blame me, the pressure made me

Treat this game like Wrestlemania

Off top of the ropes, so high hit the floor like…

[Hook x2]

Hello world (what up?), know it’s been a minute

Hello world (what up?), made it out the city

Hello world, been all around the map saying “Hello baby, guess who back? I know you missed me.”

[Verse 2:]

Hold it baby just like that, I need a picture cuz

Ain’t nobody gonna believe that I was with you now

Bizzack in the room, where we beez at in the party

About to kill it with one shot, you dearly departed

T-Take off, f-first class. Still ducking the po-po

All this money, I still get it for the low-low

World been stone cold so I stay burning one

Roll up, all night. I been running from the sun

Trying to bring the trophy back, to the city

Whole team going “rah rah rah”, representing

We on, everything is a go, never take a T.O. (here we go)

I know you missed me…

[Hook]

[Bridge]

Hello baby guess who back? (Guess who’s back)

Yeah I know you missed me

Made it out the city and the rest is all history

[Outro]

Hello world (what up?)

Hello world (what up?)

Hello world (I said), been all around the map saying “Hello baby guess who back? I know you missed me.”

Hello world (what up?)

Hello world (what up?)

Hello world

Hello baby, guess who back?

Kid Ink Take It Down

[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

[Chorus:]

[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

[Kid Ink:]

Look around & I can spot yu through the crowd

Its gotta be yu

Catch the way yu throw it out

& take it down

Like yu copy written

Them other pussies copycatting & ain’t nobody care

Wit yu babe, all the games yu play

Stop that & come & give me sugar like kool-aid

Up all night

Its never too late

Jus wanna lock that pussy down like boozay

Uhh they say who’s he

Young nigga wit a money tree

Bouquet

Trying throw it all over your bootayy

That body on fire

Soufflé

& them lips is lookin so made

[Chorus:]

[Kid Ink:]

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:]

Uhh sippin on that pimp juice

Money in my pocket

Tell me wats new

Had dreams of that bentley coupe

Till I copped it now my hood know I’m that nigga who

Gotta lotta money

Gotta lotta things

Grip alotta grain

I know, they talkin now

But I’m walkin ’round

Wit a double cup & I’m poured

Say why yu so up tight

Girl yu jus my type

& 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

[Chorus:]

[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

Kid Ink Feel It

[Chorus]

Can you feel it?

You can turn me up

Can you feel it?

You can turn me up

So you can feel it

You can turn me up

I got this bottle on me

Shots on three

Can you feel it?

[Verse 1 – Kid Ink]

Yea I could feel it on the way, never fray

In the building like, this is where I stay

My estate, put your drink in the air if you relate

Plenty fish in the sea, we throwing money like bait, uuuh

Now let me see you shake your body off tempo

Your body so cold and I could see all of the symptoms

If you come into my section, ain’t even gotta mention

It’s about a couple bitches, bragging switchers on my niggas and we

Getting it, you should come and feel this

Live the sweet/suite life, need a filling/feeling

Take a hit, inhale then release

Got a pocket full of trees, baby we ain’t gotta leave ‘till u

[Chorus]

Yea-3-2-1, put your bottle in the air for the 321

Can you feel it?

Can you feel it?

[Verse 2 – Los]

Lets go baby

I told her, honey how it feel?

If I could I would marry you, But for now I just bury you

In 20 dollar bills, uhhhh

My watch be wnking at you, my link be blowing kisses

Yea bitch I’m blowing money, like Ink be blowing swishes

I’m swinging low on dishes, them guts all yellow

My paint sky blue, you could say my car mellow (CARMELO!)

I get your girl to get ghost bored, I go hard

If I post up on this, she’ll be sending you post cards

She love how fucking a celebrity feel

I Roberto Cavali her body, Giseppi the heel

I’m definitely chill, we drop top in them Beverly Hills

And we be rolling rolling blowing strong

Going going going, gone

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 – Meek Mill]

Uh uh

Hoe you don’t feel it when I guess you parapelegic

Should I son (sun) a nigga, it feels like I’m playing with Phoenix

And I’m balling with my shot like I’m Gilbert Arenas

And I’m breaking birdies down, Serena and Venus

Go turn it up, set a nigga steady burn it up

Clothes stay hotter than furnish, they waiting on me like hurry up

Yea, I’m on the web like Charlie,

Don’t panic, don’t clutch, Glen Rice with the Hornets

She’s like real city nigga, I need me a Bugatti

t-t-taliking bout the game, in a pocket like polly

and all my niggas that he ride with, chrome

put that metal to your side like an iphone 4

and that’s when you

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Yea-3-2-1, put your bottle in the air for the 321

Can you feel it?