Ooh (oh, 10), I swear to motherfuckin' God, nigga Ayy, they ain't, ayy, they ain't feelin' what I'm feelin', nigga I'ma pop it Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin' I been doin' this shit, life on the line, I say: I'm all in Oh, I can't get 'em off me, I'm walkin' awesome I'm ready to die about my money if I'm dyin' for somethin' I'm ballin' and I'm ballin' Baby, can you stop that callin'? Bitch, you ain't want me Nasty ho might call the laws on me 'Cause she know I cut up like this soon as she leave (she leave), yeah (yeah, uh) These pussy-ass niggas been talkin' that shit, soon as I trip, don't tell me nothin' Bitch, go on, you pushin' buttons, old nasty ho, I ain't do you nothin' How I come from that? Now, look, I'm playin' with this Kept a gun inside my hand (yeah) Control the land when I come 'round that bitch (yeah) Nigga, I'll bust it at your mans, I'm with that shit (yeah) Money the only thing that I fuckin' need (uh) Nigga, I ain't no child, bitch, you gon' die, you ain't gon' fuck with me (uh, yeah) I could tell you all the things they done to me and it ain't make-believe (no) I done put you in position, bitch went to trippin', actin' fake with me (ho) I'll fight that boy like Joe Frazier (go), I'm a baller, bitch, go ask Deja Bitch, she a Gaulden, Jazz won't leave me, bitch, keep talkin', I cannot hate you Prayin' that my money fall, you wanna see that, keep waitin' When I see you, bitch, gon' look like I been speed racin', I'ma tell 'em all Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin' I been doin' this shit, life on the line, I say: I'm all in Oh, I can't get 'em off me, I'm walkin' awesome (bitch, I'ma ball) I'm ready to die about my money if I'm dyin' for somethin' (yeah) I'm ballin' and I'm ballin' Baby, can you stop that callin'? Bitch, you ain't want me Nasty ho might call the laws on me (on me) 'Cause she know I cut up like this soon as she leave, yeah, yeah, uh (soon as she leave me, uh) Uh, love letter to my fans, I done fell in love again (again) Gave her more than all my mans and I found out she was playin' (bah) When the money hit my hands, then I do the runnin' man (yeah, yeah) I'ma show you, bitch, you'll never come back round without you sayin' You's a baller, a baller, I'm sorry, Top, for all I'm the motherfuckin' man, and, bitch, you knowin' you was wrong (damn) I got off my ass and used my hands, I'm a man She on Twitter talkin' bad, can't call her phone Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin' I been doin' this shit, life on the line, I say: I'm all in Oh, I can't get 'em off me, I'm walkin' awesome I'm ready to die about my money if I'm dyin' for somethin' I'm ballin' and I'm ballin' Baby, can you stop that callin'? Bitch, you ain't want me Nasty ho might call the laws on me 'Cause she know I cut up like this soon as she leave, yeah, yeah Uh, uh, this 'Veeta How you're doin'? You hatin'-ass bitch You pussy-ass nigga Scary-ass wannabe killer You heard me? You know how we do it, you know, you know how we done it And you know how we comin' Whenever the fuck we runnin', you heard me? You bitch-ass niggas better stay the fuck out my way, huh I ain't got nothin' else to say