Hahahahah

Welcome to the big house, 1997, ballin' (baby)

FLA, baby (FLA, baaby)

Who would imagine that it would be those pistol packing, paper stacking flash?

**** from the Derby, quick to snatch a **** off the curve seat

All blacks and suburbans, to the Derby

Forever ballin', y'all **** heard me, hear me

If ya ain't my bitch, don't stand too close near me

Y'all **** know me, it's the **** that mack the game like Old D, the crackers hitting homie

Straight out the slammer, picture me in church with my grandma

(?)

Hahah, lowkey'd up in this mothafucka one time (mothafuckin' one time), you understand?

Keepin' it high

(coughing)

Pass the blunt, since you got this motherfucking crew

Come get these last few **** drunk off as fuck

See, it's like hennessy, when it's in the (?)

I see 3 or maybe 4 when I'm walking at them

So, take it slow, all you hoes expose yourself, you can't help yourself

It's the Ballers, hoe, better watch yourself, hahah

See it's Toneye Brown in the room, two toe, chrome lips, gold tips and all that type of shit

So be it, if you ain't trying to get rich

Be a day late and a dollar short