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I'm the of the ballers My is to go get it You getting money in the city, I make yo my business I got on the doe I call it Dennis the You goin get greet with a smile, and get straight to the dentist Put coats on the candy I call it quenchin the thirst Pop my car in your driveway, you'll I send ya desert I cooked up some fruit the way the orange is burnt I'm bout my Excursion my rims done already turnt That means I got miles on it just call me when want it I turn on that Navigation enter in my opponent Sound like that old Koopa, but look how that boy it That it already throwed if you see that I'm on it Look at the lot I own it, and that I bury ya Got a delivery let me call my carrier And I ain't even heard of ya, my paper is A living room looking striaght outta Furniture I will murder a murderer I don't with worriers I get further and further ya plus my look perverted, huh Top taking off that naked lady inserted her Sexy on the fender, try'na get my doe like a burglar Believe that I hurt you, you know the is purple The TV screens in the Beamer hit the scene like it's Urkel You gots to keep on but I'm a keep on ballin' The like bill collectors cause they just keep on calling With all these car-loving I feel like 007 Can they just throw car, shut the F up and go get em I leave em stiff as a denim, I em fasho I'm a em stiff as a doe, and lay em out like a flo Styles
I up on em with the rag top leaning Hit that button on the until it close (till it close) The try'na pull my candy thang over But my pistol hitting by the flow (by the flow) Oh, I'm getting money and you know it And I'll probably go and blow it on jewels (on some jewels) And you know this is true but'cha got me I won't go I'm nothing like you
Switch Ay, stop talking what you finna do You get the doe then go get the doe I'm a ball all the way I'm fifty-fo And spend all my doe on mo Cause I'm way cooler than you And I'm way than you fools Yes the paint, then yes the I got a new whip I call it Clues I'm the baddest rapper in the southern the hardest rapper out the forty-fo You don't be the one to go toe-to-toe I slow ya roll and you know it bro Combo and I brought doe You already know I don't And if a hater try'na my doe I'll break his face with my Converse Talk last and bomb first Like I'm having Fetti Money power and fame cool but you get em all and you out a Don't beg I feel that is petty I don't J's I leave that to Nelly You ain't even trash yet But I'll raise mind and I'm mad already