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I'm the of the ballers My is to go get it You money in the city, I make yo business my business I got on the doe I it Dennis the Menace You get greet with a smile, and get send straight to the dentist Put them coats on the I call it quenchin the thirst Pop my car in driveway, you'll think I send ya desert Think I cooked up some fruit the way the orange is I'm bout my Excursion my rims done already turnt That means I got miles on it call me when y'all want it I turn on that Navigation enter in my opponent Sound like old Koopa, but look how that boy thrown it That it already throwed if you see that I'm on it Look at the lot I own it, and under that I ya Got a delivery let me call my carrier And I ain't even heard of ya, my is thirtier A living room looking striaght Gallery Furniture I will murder a murderer I worry with worriers I get further and ya plus my whip look perverted, huh Top taking off with naked lady inserted her Sexy frame on the fender, try'na get my doe like a Believe that I hurt you, you know the Beamer is The TV screens in the Beamer goin hit the scene like Urkel You gots to on falling but I'm a keep on ballin' The groupies like bill collectors cause they just on calling With all these woman I feel like 007 Can they just your car, shut the F up and go get em I leave em stiff as a denim, I em fasho 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 that button on the until it close (till it close) The laws try'na pull my candy over But my pistol somewhere by the flow (by the flow) Oh, I'm that money and you know it And I'll go and blow it on some jewels (on some jewels) And you know is true but'cha got me confused I won't go I'm nothing like you
Switch Ay, stop bout 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 all my doe on gettin mo Cause I'm way cooler you dudes And I'm way smoother you fools Yes the paint, yes the shoes I got a new whip I it Blue's Clues I'm the rapper in the southern region Been the rapper out the forty-fo You don't wanna be the one to go Cause I slow ya and you know it bro Combo and I brought doe You know I don't converse And if a hater take my doe Then I'll break his face my Converse Talk last and then first 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 leave to Nelly You even talk trash yet But I'll your mind and I'm mad already