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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 goin get greet with a smile, and get send straight to the Put them coats on the candy I call it the thirst Pop my car in your driveway, you'll I send ya desert Think I cooked up some fruit the way the orange is I'm talking bout my Excursion my rims done already That means I got on it just 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 mean it already throwed if you see 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 ain't even heard of ya, my paper is A living looking striaght outta Gallery Furniture I will a murderer I don't worry with worriers I get further and further ya plus my look perverted, huh Top taking off with that naked inserted her Sexy on the fender, try'na get my doe like a burglar Believe I hurt you, you know the Beamer is purple The TV screens in the Beamer goin hit the scene like it's You to keep on falling but I'm a keep on ballin' The groupies like bill collectors cause they just keep on With all car-loving 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 pull up on em the rag top leaning Hit that on the dash until it close (till it close) The laws try'na pull my candy thang But my pistol somewhere by the flow (by the flow) Oh, I'm that money and you know it And I'll probably go and blow it on jewels (on some jewels) And you know this is true but'cha got me I won't go broke I'm nothing you
Styles Ay, stop talking bout you finna do You get the doe then 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 than you fools Yes the paint, then yes the I got a new whip I call it Blue's I'm the rapper in the southern region Been the hardest out the forty-fo You wanna be the one to go toe-to-toe Cause I ya roll and you know it bro Combo and I some doe You know I don't converse And if a try'na take my doe I'll break his face with my Converse Talk last and bomb 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 wear J's I leave that to Nelly You even talk trash yet But I'll raise your mind and I'm mad