(featuring Ken)
Flip - talking] Still Ye, we ballin' ballin', haha Ye, real of ballin'
Flip] I'm ballin', like trick daddy and pac Pullin' up in the big do' caddy So top that, I bet you can't cop I let you niggaz eat, now I want my spot Nigga, I the streets, I the heat Yo bitch can't be a muslim, she suckin' me Balls, I crawl, down to see ya'll smokin' I even get love, way down in my pain, and feel my shit Give me ten minutes, give ya a hit Just give me a drawin', me a kick And watch me drop some ass shit Still ballin', we change to diamonds you knw they callin' Twenty inch still crawlin' So that mean lil is ballin' I you see the car, you see the ride You look in my eyes, you see I'm The niggaz beef, thinkin' I'm But the I'm up, is I ain't sippin' I used to a golden smile Now I fuck wit child I to school, I graduated Nineteen ninety I navigated out the lincoln, iceberg swaggin' Yeah I got money, so it really braggin' Niggaz be hatin', hoes that I'm datin' I'm freestylin', is demonstration Bitch ass niggaz wanna act like hard Everybody in the world, know you Oh, you too old for that shit, you need to grow the up Nah, but on the real you need to blow the up Or shut the fuck up, and get out the 'cause I'm Jordan, and I want another rang And I know you mad, 'cause I'm the I you like to stirred, but it can't be done bitch!
Flip - talking] Haha, still Haha, it's ya boi lil This the new shit Straight shit Niggaz ain't on that rap shit no mo Sell records You can be the battler nigga but if you sell no records, they gon drop ya Now that Platinum record, one I run the south, out to my niggaz Play-n-Skillz Motherfuckin' Dallas, connection We ballin', Feel me, up Texas You how we do