I ain't ballin on court but this ballin is a sport
Back and forth to the money that's a tour
Mi amor you the one that i adore
When it rains let it pour
Still i rise and metamorph
Thru these lines and metaphors
They wanna view me as a corpse
They luv to see u in a storm
Word is bond
I can hit u with my left arm
My left hand my left palm
Tryna take her to that
West palm beach
Put some sand on her feat
Flyer miles
Got her tripping to the east
Tell me why
Oh why
Is u tripping on me
All a nigga
Wanna do is
Get this cash money
I got cash
I got some weed i gotta pistol on me
Case a oppa and coppa tryna run up on me
Gotta choppa out the chevy like a fuckin humvee
All i ever had was a dollar and some dime peace
And she got that mouth peace
I was with the homies had it popping like it's south east
Still i found god, but i don't think the nigga found me
Brand new sound stop the music let the crowd sing
Tryna stack this money stack it up until it yao ming
Tell my niggas don't u bring no f*ck nigga round me
These clowns
Tryna drown me out but
U can never count me out
I'm wildn out
Standing on ya couch and i ain't coming down
Pistol in the party
Make u dare me just to pull out
All black hoody up
Nigga got his money
And his bully up
Knuckle up nigga betta buckle
Bitch thought
You was tuff enough
U betta toughen up
Make ya bitch suck me
And blow her fucking stomach up
I'm one of one
Money go and money come
I just made a money run
1st place number 1
Feel like i was born the one
Like jet lee
From the jets
To jets skis
From the hood to Beverley's
