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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 them coats on the I call it quenchin the thirst Pop my car in your driveway, think I send ya desert Think I cooked up fruit the way the orange is burnt I'm talking bout my my rims done already turnt That means I got miles on it call me when y'all want it I turn on that then enter in my opponent Sound like old Koopa, but look how that boy thrown it That mean it already if you see that I'm on it Look at the lot I own it, and that I bury ya Got a coffin delivery let me call my And I even heard of ya, my paper is thirtier A living room looking striaght outta Gallery I will a murderer I don't worry with worriers I get and further ya plus my whip look perverted, huh Top taking off with that lady inserted her Sexy frame on the fender, try'na get my doe like a Believe I hurt you, you know the Beamer is purple The TV in the Beamer goin hit the scene like it's Urkel You to keep on falling but I'm a keep on ballin' The groupies like bill collectors cause they just on calling With all these car-loving I feel like 007 Can they just throw your car, the F up and go get em I leave em stiff as a denim, I decorate em I'm a leave em as a doe, and lay em out like a flo Switch
I pull up on em the rag top leaning Hit button on the dash until it close (till it close) The laws try'na pull my candy thang 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 it on some jewels (on some jewels) And you know is true but'cha got me confused I won't go broke I'm nothing you
Switch Ay, stop talking what you finna do You goin get the doe go get the doe I'm a all the way till I'm fifty-fo And spend all my doe on mo I'm way cooler than you dudes And I'm way smoother you fools Yes the paint, then yes the I got a new whip I call it Blue's I'm the baddest rapper in the southern Been the hardest rapper out the You wanna be the one to go toe-to-toe Cause I slow ya and you know it bro and I brought some doe You already I don't converse And if a try'na take my doe I'll break his face with my Converse Talk last and then bomb Makaveli I'm having Fetti Money power and fame cool but you get em all and you out a Don't ever beg I that is petty I don't wear J's I that to Nelly You ain't even trash yet But raise your mind and I'm mad already