K-K-K-K-K-Mac, K-Mac
Beats I be servin’ (Okay), Saks Fifth splurgin’
Diamonds got so many cuts, call my jeweler the surgeon (Surge’)
Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with me, label me the virgin (Ah)
I’m hot, b-b-burnin’ like when you leave a perm in
Everywhere I go, these hoes be diggin’ in they purses for a Sharpie
‘Cause they tryna get the autograph in cursive (Okay)
Little bit of Coke mixed with a lot of bourbon (Okay)
Got your boy leanin’, sorry if my words slurrin’
Swervin’ in that DB9 on purpose
The roof disappear, call it magic like Earvin Johnson
Get-get up off my johnson (Okay, okay)
No more ridin’ dick, shawty, this ain’t magic mountain
I’ve been (Whoa) killin’, killin’ every song that I been spittin’ on
And if I ain’t spittin’, bet it’s somethin’ that I written on (Yeah)
Can’t even say it was a long road gettin’ on
Only took a year and a half and now I’m shittin’ on ’em
G-g-get it how I live it, come faster than I could spend it (Spend it)
Money to the ceilin’ (Ceilin’), bitch, I’m in the buildin’ (Yeah)
I-I-I’m a giant in the room full of midgets (Tell ’em)
Money talks so don’t say nothin’ ‘less you talkin’ business (Woo)
100%, I go, 100%, I go
100%, I go, 100%, I go (100)
100%, I go, 100%, I go (100)
100%, I go, 100%, I go
Lemme count this money
One million, two million
Put this up for my new car
Save that for my baby momma
And all you bums can keep the change
Yeah, I got them bulletproof Ray-Bans so haters never in my head
Money hungry good for me, yeah, I call it wheat bread
Ladies say I’m long strokin’, yeah, that’s what she said
Crib like a castle so I’m fuckin’ on that king spread
Ha ha, big ballin’, fuck a loft
And money turn me on so I had to fuck it off
Skinny ass nigga’s pockets lookin’ so bulimic
And I never spill my drink, you can call me Tempur-Pedic
Allergic to the haters, addicted to the money
You askin’ why I’m laughin’ ’cause all of you niggas funny
And they call me Action Jackson ’cause every d-day I’m stuntin’
And I’m writin’ hit songs like it’s nothin’
So nigga, you buggin’, frontin’, what you think this is, ho?
Paparazzi tryna pop me everywhere that Chris go
Never been no sucker, no lame, mad nigga
And your flow is watered down than a drain, ass nigga
G-g-get it how I live it, come faster than I could spend it (Spend it)
Money to the ceilin’ (Ceilin’), bitch, I’m in the buildin’ (Yeah)
I-I-I’m a giant in the room full of midgets (Tell ’em)
Money talks so don’t say nothin’ ‘less you talkin’ business (Woo)
100%, I go, 100%, I go
100%, I go, 100%, I go (100)
100%, I go, 100%, I go (100)
100%, I go, 100%, I go
Living Life at Full Speed
Chris Brown’s “100%” captures a high-octane lifestyle fueled by ambition, confidence, and relentless work ethic. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of opulence, from luxury shopping sprees to flashy cars and diamond-studded jewelry. Brown’s swagger is apparent as he boasts about his rapid ascent in the music industry, dismisses his detractors, and celebrates the rewards of his success. The repeated phrase “100%, I go” emphasizes wholehearted commitment, suggesting that Brown gives his all in every aspect of life, whether it’s music, money, or relationships.
The Hustle and the Flex
Throughout the song, witty wordplay and pop culture references highlight Brown’s playful yet assertive persona. He addresses haters, celebrates his financial achievements, and makes it clear that he’s focused on business above all. The tone is unapologetically bold, reinforcing Brown’s status as an unstoppable force in the music scene.
Song Credits
- Artist: Chris Brown
- Release Year: 2011
- Label: RCA Records