[Verse - 1]
Good Morning , I was Just yawning
And my girl was moaning
Because you got a Baller with a big big nuts
And If your boys talkin’ shit
Their ass fucked up
But I still wanna dig your pussy out
I’m a one bitch ,love me
I’m fuckin up you bitches
So, don’t try to chore me
I’m rocking to the intro
Straight to the outro
So, where your arm girl?
While the money flow
Oh no here I go once more
Take off your gum
Before I make you cum
And I got mad skills
And mad skills pay the bills
While I flex on this funky beat
I fucked a girl last night, I got herpes right now
This Bitch will pay for this I got my Glock-19
She got shot in the head and the bitch is dead
Big Baller, flexing on the fat tracks, bitch
My style is fine, my style is mine
And if you don't like it
Go fuck yourself faggot
Because I got the motherfuckin nine
To shoot your motherfuckin punk ass right now

[Verse - 2]
Don't you dare take a step in my direction
I got Smith N Wesson
These automatics have ya ass sing and dancing
ImmaBigBaller bow down when i come to your block motherfucker
See me striking down the block hitting corners
Mobbing like a motherfucker, living like I wanna
I got nuthin but love to my bay area playaz
Pimpin hustlin and drug dealing it's the way of life
After all, there is no other way for us to make money in this world
If you know, you know
Motherfucker I'm from the Art Lords
And if you have a problem with Lord Polo, you will have a problem with sir Baller
So, think twice before you cross us
And you had your hero moment stay down, or you're gonna get shot by WreckItRalph
Сломай это Боллер Выеби это Боллер
And now you wonder why we're knocking on your family's back door
This is not Moscow, my boy, this is Baksan
And you will get through it like a pretty whore
It's like in the Daz Dillinger track
Who's knocking in your motherfucking door
You don't know who it is
It could be your mother, could be your brother
Could be the police, could be the feds
And it could be the Baller coming to smoke your ass