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Saturday ballin', it's the West Coast boss
In a two-tone Chevy gettin' tossed
Somethin' so you can ride to, somethin' to bounce to
Somethin' to get high to
I'm leanin' on my steering wheel feelin' high
My mind's zonin' out, I'll be high 'til I die
Hit the cruise spot and I'm feelin' good
With some fine baby dolls from the neighborhood
Pitbulls in the back seat rollin' down the window
Lettin' out some smoke from the land yo
I seen a funky Monte Carlo sittin' on Z's
And a pearl black '66 Caprice
Some cool Caddies and Caddy coupes
To them pimp daddies in funky loops
I, up and down, up and down is what I'm callin'
Saturday night ballin'
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday ballin'
Livin' like a baller, makin' dollars, rollin' in a ragtop Impala
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday ballin'
Livin' like a baller, makin' dollars, rollin' in a ragtop Impala
It's the weekend, time for the ballers to strut
Slapped on my Stacy Adams and it's time to run
One, and here comes the two to the three and four
Jumpin' in a rag six-four
I hit the hot spot where all the ballers play
Last pocket, eight-ballin', big money games
Fine supermodels everywhere I look
And if you had crazy cash then she was hooked
All the ballers in the place lookin' like Al Capone
Gold trench coats and cell phones
The place was jumpin', drinks was on the house
So tell me, what's it all about?
Go and head up with the man rollin' dice
Ten G's in ten minutes and my ain't nothin' nice
Seven-eleven, eleven-seven, that's what I'm callin'
Saturday night ballin'
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday ballin'
Livin' like a baller, makin' dollars, rollin' in a ragtop Impala
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday ballin'
Livin' like a baller, makin' dollars, rollin' in a ragtop Impala
Diamond in the back, sunroof top