(Hook x2) And I ain’t eva gonna stop ballin’ I hustle like I’m still at rock bottom I’ll show ya how I work my wrist They love it when I talk that shit
(Verse: Iamsu!) I’m grinding gotta make that cake Got bank, yeah, love to spend, but I’d rather make It’s HBK we don’t play, we don’t hate We don’t like when rap niggas act fake Maybe cuz they hoes I can take All this California smoke outta state Smoke sum, fuck some, I’mma break a bone Puerto-Rican bitches like I’m singing reggaeton And she gon’ pick up when I run her phone Ass so good, made me sing a song Uh, they wanna know what I’ve been thinkin’ on Wanna know what I’ve been smokin’, I’ve been drinkin’ on Henn, Jack Cartier, pour a lil green, I’mma smack that ass You a lame nigga tryna jack the swag You wanna know, then I’mma teach you, take you back to class
(Hook x2)
(Verse 2: RJ) Bitch running like the cops calling Ghetto nigga, couple hundreds, I’m forever balling She love the way I swerve that shit High fluent, got rich, and I still go a crip Uh, FLK make ya ass shake Fresh new 600, it’s a drag race Got big ole bricks and this sassey When it’s time to eat, I’mma show her how the cash stake Put the 50s on my last day, I be get it on the afflacke With my niggas I'mma pass cake We gon’ spend and get the mass straight Called a lawyer, same one beat the last case Uh, all my niggas ball like rap day Beat ball, niggas be sleepin’ All my niggas whif ball, whips need green card Street fall, can’t nobody ball like we ball Nigga!