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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 on the candy I call it quenchin the thirst Pop my car in your driveway, think I send ya desert Think I cooked up some the way the orange is burnt I'm talking bout my Excursion my done already turnt That means I got miles on it just call me when want it I on that Navigation then enter in my opponent Sound like that old Koopa, but look how that boy it mean 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 even heard of ya, my paper is thirtier A living room looking striaght Gallery 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 with naked lady inserted her Sexy frame on the fender, try'na get my doe like a Believe that I 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 keep on With all these car-loving woman I like 007 Can they just throw car, shut the F up and go get em I em stiff as a denim, I decorate em fasho I'm a leave em 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 laws try'na pull my candy over But my pistol hitting by the flow (by the flow) Oh, I'm that money and you know it And I'll probably go and blow it on some jewels (on jewels) And you know is true but'cha got me confused I won't go I'm nothing like you
Switch Ay, stop talking bout 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 than you Yes the paint, yes the shoes I got a new I call 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 ya roll and you know it bro Combo and I brought doe You know I don't converse And if a hater try'na my doe Then I'll break his with my Converse Talk last and bomb first Makaveli I'm having 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 that to You even talk trash yet But I'll your mind and I'm mad already