Everybody rapping like they ballin
And they rich i see 'em in the streets
I ain't believing they shit
Every-everybody rapping like they ballin
And they rich i see 'em in the streets
I ain't believing they shit
Every-everybody rapping like they ballin
And they rich i see 'em in the streets
I ain't believing they shit
If they diamonds ain't shinin and
They rollin K steel
While I'm grippin on the grain, sippin lean
And poppin pills every

Check one two, one two, bitch!
I see your lips quivering but
I don't hear nothing! Knalmtalkinbout!?
Man these niggas is Mr magoo man uh!

Everybody wanna be on some "Superfly" shit
(shit) but I'm the closest thang to Priest
That you gon' see bitch!
I'mma pretty yellow nigga
Keep my finger on the trigger (trigger)
Y'all know the score, Polo FUCK HILFIGER!
(fuck Hilfiger)
I see you niggas on the slab
Ya jewelry lookin funny (uh)
Y'all ain't seeing no rap
Or no +Dirty Money+ (Dirty Money)
I be in the streets lettin my nuts hang
(hang) boys wanna 'bang bang'
Nigga it ain't no main thang (main thang)
Coward niggas makin death threats
(death threats)
I leave ya pussy and ya chest wet (wet)
I ride around in PA one deep in a Bentley
(uh)
Bitch if you 'bout it, come and fuck with me
(fuck with me)
But bitch you better bring an arsenal (uh)
Because if you miss me you ain't
Gon' make it to the hospital! (bitch)
And if ya hit me, they gon' kill ya family
Pussy nigga ain't gon' win
Bitch do you overstand me?

Everybody actin like they ballin
In this bitch
Until a nigga get up outta the drop
And simply fallin on that Benz
83's, I'mma swang a swanger
With ice the price of a house
And I'm the truth, muthafuck the rest
Look at this 30 in my mouth
You in the presence of a playa
Keep yo' cool cause I might go off
When I hop out, suicide roaring Gators
Fuckin yo' toes off
And I walk with a attitude
Like, "Fuck them niggas
They can't see me"
I guess they love to ride my dick
Cause they watchin me like I'm TV
While these niggas out here rapping and
Capping 'bout what they got
Or be the reason they get punched in
The mouth and ran off the block
I ain't gotta say I'm ballin
Bitch you see it on my wrist grippin grain
VVS on my fist and these haters pissed
They ice don't even shine like
The watch that I got
Then again they never seen the size
Of the rocks that I got
Now getcha mind right, nigga you a simp
Real recognize trill
So I'm fuckin with the Piiimmmppp!

I ain't believing that knalmtalkinbout
Let's handle business baby!
Yeah grippin on the grain
(you know what it is) geyeah!
You ain't the truth and I'm talkin to you
Ya jewelry sho' actin funny
Get it appraised for less than me when
I'm wearin no ice ya dummy!
Better not think ya thinkin of ballin
Cause ya showed up at Johnny
Wrappin them hundreds on top of ones like
It's a whole bunch of money
My golds white and sunny
You equivalent with "it depends"
Whether or not you knows the
Seventy thousand dollar difference
Fix ya lens, getcha spend
Ya game been up and still pretend
That ya spend, dividends
Don't pretend that yo' whip's a Benz
You talkin 'bout they slang and
Even got no thang
Niggas be talkin 'bout they swang
And even got no swangs
Spent my broad, leave a complaint
I ain't gon' charge her to the game
Tellin that ho to release a Visa
Then I'mma charge her for a ring
Me and Pimp be ridin candy 'llac
That's a Cadillac my nigga, matter fact
And I sold it to 'em, plus he had a track
So he grabbed the deck and then he added that
Them boys was frontin like
They had the stacks
So my nigga told me that they had the Jag
I picked the phone up and I handled that
That's multi-jewelry, let 'em have it back

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): BERNARD JAMES FREEMAN, CAMERON F. GIPP, CHAD L. BUTLER