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I'm the of the ballers My is to go get it You getting money in the city, I yo business my business I got on the doe I call it Dennis the You get greet with a smile, and get send straight to the dentist Put them coats on the candy I call it the thirst Pop my car in your driveway, 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 means I got miles on it just call me when y'all want it I turn on that Navigation then in my opponent like that 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 ain't even heard of ya, my paper is A living room looking outta Gallery Furniture I murder a murderer I don't worry with worriers I get further and further ya plus my whip 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 screens in the Beamer goin hit the like it's Urkel You gots to keep on falling but I'm a keep on The groupies like collectors cause they just keep on calling With all these woman I feel like 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 as a doe, and lay em out like a flo Switch
I up on em with the rag top leaning Hit that button on the dash until it (till it close) The laws try'na pull my candy thang But my pistol somewhere 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 got me confused I won't go broke I'm 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 spend all my doe on mo Cause I'm way 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 region the hardest rapper out the forty-fo You don't wanna be the one to go Cause I slow ya roll and you it bro Combo and I brought doe You already I don't converse And if a hater take my doe Then I'll break his face with my last and then bomb first Like Makaveli I'm Fetti Money power and fame but you get em all and you out a deli ever beg I feel that is petty I don't wear J's I leave to Nelly You ain't even talk yet But I'll your mind and I'm mad already