(Hook)
Until God calls fo' me I'mma keep balling, keep on balling
To my niggas & my bitches lookin' down on me
I know y'all see me when I'm balling
Ya know I got to keep balling
Till the FEDs come we balling out
Y'all niggas y'all know what this about when I'm balling
That stash house, we in & out
We balling, balling, balling, we shot calling

(Verse: Tony Yayo)
Versace down from my head to my neck
Pootie Tang wit the belt game, show sum' respect
All these bitches on my dick, same, old shit
R.I.P. to Pimp C, I'm the same, ole' pimp
Fly ova seven different time zones
I got a big booty bitch up in shroom zone
Got emergency blunts when I come home
Cuz if rap or weed I'll have yo lungs gone
Yeah, Malibu beaches, unlaced bikini bottoms
Mo' money, mo' problems, fo' fo' will solve 'em
Just erry day I'm wit a stank sip, thirty in the clip
Ridin' thru' that Gaza Strip, kill a nigga quick
Hit a nigga wit my race car, Tony Yayo turn to Tony Stewart
Rap niggas die ova music

(Verse 2: Young Buck)
Just got this brand, new chopper & I'm dyin' to use it
Dry snitchin' niggas testifyin' in their music
I seen niggas last five minutes then they lose it
Wrap the sheet around his neck, he said, 'this time I couldn't do it'
A platinum nigga in the penitentiary goin', 'do it'
Put Prada on the prison yard, started gettin' to it
Two zero's, six, six, nine, 'o seven five
That's the number that they gave me when I arrived
It's just anotha form of slavery that's in disguise
To all my niggas locked up just tryna survive, I know why

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(Verse 3: Kidd Kidd)
I'm yellin' money ova bitches, money ova errythin'
Money got me errythin', erry watch, erry chain
Erry brick, every whip, kicks wit designer names
I used to hustle Texas whose child I can claim
Paid all my mama's bills so how can she complain?
Call my bitches dimes, I treat 'em like loose change
Call me Brian in the clutch, balling wit my English brain
No love, got it out the mud, my shirt ain't got a stain
Iced out Rollie, three fingers repping Rida Gang
Entire streets in the streets so them hoes know I came

(Verse 4: Lloyd Banks)
Ballin' on these hoes all the time
Ya got yo kids, don't need mine
Word to my favorite design, my mama raised me to shine
These C-notes play in my mind, they on rewind
I am top five alive, I've been picked out by God
I'm neva not on my job, too hard to argue that
Shinin' my records like 'where's my target at?'
Came thru' yo stereo, feel me chargin' back
I owe ya 15 bums fo' that
Stains in the garden, hate when they all go black
Cracks in the armor, this reach further than rap
Befo' we start react, mob attack
Stacks or don't call me, rain down till nobody standin'
Won't show no snipe fo' yo army

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