Raheem presents Drama, tight 2 Def Get at ass, boy
Ice on my wrist, I'm man on my dick, I'm ballin' man Cases of Crystal, I'm man Shoes of crocodile, I'm man
House on the lake, I'm man Tight 2 Def straight weight, I'm ballin' man Dubs on the Lex', I'm man Cashing eight checks, I'm ballin' man
Yo, yo, yo, yo drama, how you it?
Me and my niggas, we riding from Charleston to Texas Bowling ball job, with D's on the Lex Beamers and Cadillacs, optimos and fat We trained for combat, you wrong, then we
We ride Desperado on the spokes goldened out Keep cheese in the And keep our distance from cop AK on the seat for any drama, I may meet
My pager off killing hoes, them B's and Vouges Clientelle bigger, while calculating money figures More realer than Rockafeller, more cheese Donald Trump Niggas they hear me, they kill me like JFK
Why, 'cause I tight, on? Out of sight It might be the Or could it be that I on Vogues? My trunk is with speakers I know damn you hear me
Got a torch, you see me Hundred spokes beaming Niggas plotting they And busters they be me
In the club I'm balling bitch, now me love Bossalinie, shoes, with some Gator boots Dom Perignon, it's on now through the early Fuck a hobby man, balling be my occupation
Playa hating ass nigga, take the temptation Wanna me, then bust me, then leave me fucked in the game All because I drained his bitch, now use his name See the spokes, and how the make 'em wanna scheme
85 Chevy Caprice off on Dayne-Daynes Paint job, be clocking mills, with some blowed 20 and bubble, gone buy the Reeboks, now them shoes With the 9 up on the seat, where its supposed to be
For bustas and them haters that wanna touch a G Put it down and moved on up too me George Jefferson the law, and fuck the pen, because I'm ballin' man Loved the living, I'm all to the game, I'm ballin' man
When I'm in the club, around 12 o'clock All eyes on a playa, 'cause I'll blow up the You can hate, we clouts in the V.I.P. sport rims, like they stars of films
My moneys too unfadable for them too tight And tear da roof off this bitch with this 2 Def shit Nigga knocking, hoe jocking, 'cause this shit quit In the V.I.P. til' the early morning
of Crystal, even Dom Perignon A McGyver nigga, so you know I don't play But if it down to it, I got my K Fuck the flexing, 'cause we ballin', shot callin' and
And if it down to the gunplay Tight 2 Def ain't Your ain't long enough for me, so hoe don't talk down here in Atlanta nigga, we walk the walk I say it loud and clear, I'm man