Kid Ink - 360 (feat. Meek Mill) | Текст песни

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[Hook]
I tell em
360 (what), 360 (what), 360 (what)
See the room spinning around
360 (what), 360 (what), 360 (what)
Watch the money fall down
360 (what), 360 (what), 360 (what)
Baby turn that ass around
360 (what), 360 (what), 360 (what), 360

[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
I know you see it go around
Money full circle, blinded full circles
Smoking on that color purple
On the beat I go silly, real ugly mafucka
Bitches loving on my rapper but she know I ain't a sucker
360, look might break your neck
Everybody double take now I'm late on set
Got a pocket full of green, faces like Gumbee
Bought to take another round call it 720
Headed to the club goin' close in an hour
One on one on, East bound hands down gimme power
I just took off face look sour
I can here 'em screaming my name like Alvin
I'm just sitting back reclin like Calvin
High you can see it in my eyes like Simon
Going way past 60, girl I think you just missed me

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Yo I say what goes around comes around, 360
When it comes to bad bitches I keep three with me
One to fuck me good, one to suck me good
One to ride hard hold the work tuck it good
Only thing I wish, I wish a mafucker would
I'm living life and get money like I fucking should
I'm on another level, that make you understood
Oh you ain't understandin', nigger I am makin' good
360, we make them 360
Popcorn looking like a box of rice crispy
If I don't make the record shit the feds gonna get me
Cause I am gonna keep shining on these haters til they hit me
100 thousand dollars cash, $20 bills bitch, I be on that real shit
Trying to chase a mill shit
Just came back from Hollywood and Ill Will, the Will Smith
Right back to the hood with my goons tryna kill shit

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kid Ink]
I said bitch I'm the bomb, everything hunneds
Bout to take another round call it 9-hunned
Call me when you sittin' home alone like Mc Culkin
Bout to leave the club but I don't know where the fuck the sun is
See me speeding through the city like we racing in a summit
I ball might cross so I hot step dunk it
360, leave the hole open in a fast break
Why you think yo girl ain't call since the last day
Huhh, I'm gone, backspace, I've been rozay red, cafe
Bunch of bitches on they tipi toes like ballet
Smoking all day, have an .... in the ashtray
Get it good, hit it's feeling like a facelift
I don't recycle mother fucker I'm wasted
I got a head like Gena, & my bitch got an ass like Trina

[Hook]

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