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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 business my I got on the doe I call it Dennis the You goin get with a smile, and get send straight to the dentist Put coats on the candy I call it quenchin the thirst Pop my car in driveway, you'll think I send ya desert Think I cooked up some the way the orange is burnt I'm talking my Excursion my rims done already turnt That means I got miles on it just me when y'all want it I turn on Navigation then enter in my opponent Sound that old Koopa, but look how that boy thrown it mean it already throwed if you see that I'm on it Look at the lot I own it, and under I bury ya Got a coffin let me call my carrier And I even heard of ya, my paper is thirtier A living room looking striaght outta Gallery I will murder a murderer I don't worry worriers I get and further ya plus my whip look perverted, huh Top off with that naked lady inserted her Sexy frame on the fender, try'na get my doe a burglar Believe I hurt you, you know the Beamer is purple The TV in the Beamer goin hit the scene like it's Urkel You gots to keep on falling but I'm a keep on The groupies like bill cause they just keep on calling With all these car-loving woman I feel 007 Can they just throw your car, the F up and go get em I leave em as a denim, I decorate em fasho I'm a leave em stiff as a doe, and lay em out a flo Styles
I up on em with the rag top leaning Hit that on the dash until it close (till it close) The laws pull my candy thang over But my pistol hitting somewhere by the (by the flow) Oh, I'm getting that money and you it And probably go and blow it on some jewels (on some jewels) And you this is true but'cha got me confused I won't go I'm nothing like you
Styles Ay, stop talking bout what you do You goin get the doe go get the doe I'm a ball all the way till I'm And all my doe on gettin mo Cause I'm way cooler than you And I'm way smoother 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 Been the hardest out the forty-fo You wanna be the one to go toe-to-toe I slow ya roll and you know it bro Combo and I some doe You already know I converse And if a hater take 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 ever beg I feel that is petty I don't wear J's I that to Nelly You ain't even talk yet But I'll raise your and I'm mad already