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