Letras
Yes, yes
What it is though, man
Ain't nothin' but some pimpin' on mine though, man
Yeah, what you know about puttin' that bitch on the yellow line, man
And go get some ho money though, man
Told my foes I ain't to be fucked with
I told them hoes I can't be trusted
Wanna show me your man, say, bitch, I need that
You tell me you love me and you think I believe that?
Pass my weed back 'cause, damn, you cold
For the love of the game you done sold your soul
But I must admit, you's a hell of a bitch
Deep throat late night, stay nailin' and shit
When you havin' your fits, I give you your distance
When you bumpin' them gums, I'll smack you in them lips
I'm addicted to gangsta bitches and you know that
You picture yourself with real niggas like Kodak
Baby, come on back to this life of ours
Stay livin' for the day, say fuck tomorrow
'Cause tomorrow some of my thugs ain't make it to see
But today I'ma let my thugs live on through me
As you can see, I'm obligated chasin' paper
I got no other choice, I want it now, fuck later
So many haters in my business actin' like they against it
My thug nature got me ready to leave them bitch niggas victims
When I stick 'em, best believe I stuck 'em
Send my bitch sick and get it, guarantee she fuck 'em
I love that my bitch is a rugrat with so much game
Keep strippin' these trick niggas for all they change
Ma, I'm ballin', girl, I'm ballin'
Baby, I'm ballin' because of you
Ma, I'm ballin', girl, I'm ballin'
Baby, I'm ballin' because of you
Ma, I'm ballin', girl, I'm ballin'
Baby, I'm ballin' because of you
Ma, I'm ballin', girl, I'm ballin'
Baby, I'm ballin' because of you
Got enough bread to buy my clique one hundred birds
Instead, I send a bitch quick one hundred words
Dubs on the curb like Mickey D's over a biggie serve
I'm takin' what they owe for not givin' what they deserve
Cess stay spittin', I'm ballin' even when I swerve