(featuring Ken)
[Lil' Flip - Still Ye, we ballin' Still ballin', Ye, real of ballin'
[Lil' I'm ballin', like trick daddy and pac up in the big do' caddy drop So top that, I bet you cop that I let you niggaz eat, now I my spot back Nigga, I the streets, I the heat Yo can't be a muslim, because she suckin' me Balls, I crawl, down to see ya'll smokin' I even get love, way down in Feel my pain, and feel my Give me ten minutes, I'll ya a hit Just give me a drawin', me a kick And watch me drop tight ass shit Still ballin', we to diamonds you knw they still callin' Twenty inch sprewells crawlin' So that lil flip is ballin' I you see the car, you see the ride You in my eyes, you see I'm high The niggaz beef, thinkin' I'm But the reason I'm up, is I ain't I used to have a smile Now I wit golden child I to school, I graduated Nineteen ninety nine I Jumpin' out the lincoln, swaggin' Yeah I got money, so it really braggin' be hatin', over hoes that I'm datin' I'm freestylin', this is Bitch ass wanna act like they hard Everybody in the world, you fraud Oh, you too old for that shit, you need to grow the up Nah, but on the you need to blow the fuck up Or shut the up, and get out the game 'cause I'm michael Jordan, and I want another And I you mad, 'cause I'm the champion I you like to stirred, but it can't be done bitch!
[Lil' Flip - Haha, still Haha, ya boi lil flip This the new underground Straight freestyles Niggaz ain't on that rap shit no mo some records You can be the battler nigga but if you can't sell no records, 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, screwed up You how we do