Texty
[Chorus]
I've felt all this pain before
If you take a shot, then we gon' win the war
I'm throwin' cash, watch it drop down to the floor
I want revenge, not to even up the score
You stabbed my back and it changed me to the core
I had it all and I still wanted more
Get a massage 'cause those losses made you sore
I'm in a coupe and the doors got divorced
These **** dead to me, yeah, they a walking corpse
Ballin' so hard I deserve the Ballon d'or
[Verse 1]
And y'all not ballin' like this, so get off the court
My money tall and you tryna sell me short
Can't even talk to you 'cause you're so immature
Locked in and the opportunities at the door
Money can't buy happiness, yes, of course
But I was down and depressed when I was poor
I got the keys to success just like I'm Sora
And water all up on my neck like I'm Korra
I'm never lonely 'cause I'd rather be alone
And I don't talk to nobody, why I need a phone?
Where I'm goin', it don't matter where I'm from
Reaching heights that I knew I'd get to from the jump
[Chorus]
I've felt all this pain before
If you take a shot, then we gon' win the war
I'm throwin' cash, watch it drop down to the floor
I want revenge, not to even up the score
You stabbed my back and it changed me to the core
I had it all and I still wanted more
I'm in a coupe and the doors got divorced
Ballin' so hard I deserve the Ballon d'or
Written by: Michael Hunter Jr, Michael Jimmie hunter

