[Hook x2] I'm ballin' in the game, while you haters on the bench I'm tryin' to get that Bill Gates money, ain't talkin' about offense I got plenty D but I don't mean defense Nigga disrespect? Leave his body with a stitch
[Verse 1] These haters try to knock me, but I ain't a door Green and white, homie I keep that 9 on me Rondo Old player with the heat, call me Alonzo Take a nigga's dough don't give a fuck if it was John Doe Got that dirty money spreading around like germs Been blowing this money from a long turn I'm burning these bitches head like a bad perm' And I donate to their mouth a whole lot of sperm Ballin' on these haters, where my toupet And when I hit the club, I'm doing it Bombay About to run the whole game but I'm no running back Beat a nigga so bad got him running back
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[Verse 2] Head in the sky, got the booth full of clouds Shawty come do something to make a nigga proud Pour the liquor in my cup, that place her in my rap Get around the bitch head, you know it's a wrap They swallowed my kids that's why I don't have any If I could make 'em from the mouth I'd have plenty Got that million dollar swag is why you haters mad You niggas garbage, now where's the Glad bag? I'm live on TV, you haters watchin' me She ain't a babysitter but your bitch watchin' me I'mma charge her so bad she gon call a file Make her ass tap out, throw in the towel