The city came out 'cause you know we goin' in Pop champagne 'cause you know we gon' win (get it) Jordan, game six, my cigars all lit Cut the net off that rim now Give me my rings, my rings, my rings Nothin' but net, you know I can't miss (no) Give me my rings, my rings, my rings Stackin' this paper like lasagna to the top (woo) Travelin', trippin' because I serve them the rock (get it) Thought I was Luka 'cause I'm in LA a lot (woo) Ain't worried about no clock, Steph Curry with the shot, ooh (woo) Jersey for a jersey, man, that ain't a swap (no) If white men can't jump, why the fuck I'm fly? (Why?) I pull up in the Rolls like I'm from the Chi (skrrt) Ain't no curfew, but you know I'm goin' in Moved up in the Wynn 'cause I can never lose (woo) New York, I'm a Knick, I turned the float into a Yacht Championship shit (get it) Married to the game now Give me my rings, my rings, my rings The city came out 'cause you know we goin' in Pop champagne 'cause you know we gon' win (get it) Jordan, game six, my cigars all lit Cut the net off that rim now Give me my rings, my rings, my rings Nothin' but net, you know I can't miss (no) Give me my rings, my rings, my rings Jersey smellin' like champagne, but still cravin' more rings Wearin' all black in my last shot, 14s Brand new bitch, even newer than New Orleans That's my second home, I never knew her in 2014 You win the chip and you get to push the price up Know what time it is when that bat signal lights up Put that all black on, don't have to put no mask on Get paid for my service, don't forget to add my tax on Please, in my black cement 3s Courtside at Chase, watchin' Steph, practicin' threes Season tickets right next to 40 Big boss talk, my sensei is ready, he gon' pass me the keys to the Bay, uh I've been chillin', I've been quiet, I've been humble I've been silent, I've been peaceful, I've been private But today I woke up violent, I'm the captain, I'm the pirate Came to take my spot back from whoever occupied it, it's mine The city came out 'cause you know we goin' in (yeah) Pop champagne 'cause you know we gon' win (get it) Jordan, game six, my cigars all lit Cut the net off that rim now Give me my rings, my rings, my rings Nothin' but net, you know I can't miss (no, get it) Give me my rings, my rings, my rings I'm ballin', I'm ballin' without you I'm ballin', I'm ballin' without you I'm ballin', I'm ballin' without you I'm ballin', I'm ballin' without you, I won