[Intro: TrDee]
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
Yeah
(Damn, JakeSand)

[Chorus: TrDee]
You know I'm busting quick just like a virgin
I don't like no broke n***as around, make me nervous
Could've did some fucked up shit, but it wasn't worth it
How I'm standing still, but my chain steady twerking?
It's a Glock party, everybody in here strapped up
I'ma keep balling 'til I'm dead or in handcuffs
How the hell you still not balling? It's your tenth season
Why it be the ones without no paper always dick eatin'?

[Verse 1: TrDee]
Ayy, act like you know that you talking to a GOAT
Spent a thousand for the coat, pussy wet just like a boat
What scare me is going broke, but you know that I ain't worried
He was balling, now he not, somebody please hang up his jersey
Choosing off the Hutch charm or maybe try and bust down
She gon' let me come and hit it everytime I touch down
Ball on you forever, you ain't know you on my shit list?
Up the roll on n***as, have them asking how I get this
That was 2017, my bitch bad and she mean
Pussy water and it's clean, dope dick, she a fiend
Never ball without my team, everybody jumper green
In Chicago, Zach LaVine, competition, what you mean?
[Chorus: TrDee]
You know I'm busting quick just like a virgin
I don't like no broke n***as around, make me nervous
Could've did some fucked up shit, but it wasn't worth it
How I'm standing still, but my chain steady twerking?
It's a Glock party, everybody in here strapped up
I'ma keep balling 'til I'm dead or in handcuffs
How the hell you still not balling? It's your tenth season
Why it be the ones without no paper always dick eatin'?

[Verse 2: Kasher Quon]
Why it always be the ones with no emotion always [?]
Put my name on a bank screen shot, that n***a still [?]
[?] always saying you feel me, but I don't feel you
[?] rapper now, but back then, I would've killed n***a
Bitch keep calling, talking 'bout she wanna chill
If she don't wanna fuck, I spark the 'Wood and I still hit it
Tryna rob me and got shot, lil n***a, that's a fail
[?] n***as back then with the Western Union [?]
I ain't wanna take her to my crib, pulled up to the Best Western
[?] think that I fuck more hoes than Hue Hefner (I swear to God)
Withdrawl and tell the teller I need blue hundreds
This ain't the same hundred from last year, this a new hundred (New hundred)

[Chorus: TrDee]
You know I'm busting quick just like a virgin
I don't like no broke n***as around, make me nervous
Could've did some fucked up shit, but it wasn't worth it
How I'm standing still, but my chain steady twerking?
It's a Glock party, everybody in here strapped up
I'ma keep balling till I'm dead or in handcuffs
How the hell you still not balling? It's your tenth season
Why it be the ones without no paper always dick eatin'?