[Chorus: B.o.B]
Let 'em hate, 'cause I'm straight
I've been ballin' on these n***as all day, all day
They gon' have to call a n***a MJ, MJ
I've been ballin' on these n***as all day, all day (Yeah)
[Verse 1: B.o.B]
I'm hotter than a sauna, hotter than the summer
Throwin' shit down, call me California
Kush is my cologne, yeah, you know the aroma
I make the whole club open like a soda
I got hella haters, haters on my boner
'Cause I'm ballin' on these n***as quota after quota
Nowadays, everybody got some' to say
Like a fuckin' interviewer on the phoner
Where the girls with a good head on your shoulder?
When I'm on campus, show me your diploma
Good brains, good student
Go crazy, go stupid
It's me, Eastside bachelor
Kicked back kush'ed out to the maximum
Fly like traveler, high like a passenger
On purp', [?] on lavender
So I laugh as I pass you up
When you runnin' down the sideline
N***as on the bench tryna grab at ya (Ha)
[Chorus: B.o.B]
Let 'em hate, 'cause I'm straight
I've been ballin' on these n***as all day, all day
They gon' have to call a n***a MJ, MJ
I've been ballin' on these n***as all day, all day
[Post-Chorus]
And you don't even know what I got
And you don't even know when this dropped
And you don't even know what I'm 'bout
You know, you know, you know it won't stop
[Verse 2: Nelly]
You talkin' money, you be callin' my name
You talk about flippin' money then you talkin' my game
You talk about gettin' money then we talkin' the same
You talk about small money then you talkin' it lame
I'm with that so mellow, whole 'nother level
I'm gonna tell her to get in the trunk, heavy metal
5.0, yeah, bag is little
Guess whose back, uh-oh, no riddle
Two bad bitches, guess whose in the middle
315, yeah, guess whose eatin' biddles?
Used to eat kibbles, but the this won't get it
If it don't come fully equipped then don't get it
The seats ain't leather my man then don't sit it
If you ain't got no rubbers on hand then don't hit it
Here what I tell ya man? Don't play with it
Nope, nope, don't play with it
I collect money like child support
I gotta get it 'cause I gotta pay child support
'Cause my baby momma think I'm at the slot machine
I like soccer moms, I'm on the soccer team
From the block to the board room
We can do it in the streets or in the court room
I put a hoop in the house, that's a court room
Now a n***a shootin' jumpers from the fourth room
[Chorus: B.o.B]
Let 'em hate, 'cause I'm straight
I've been ballin' on these n***as all day, all day
They gon' have to call a n***a MJ, MJ
I've been ballin' on these n***as all day, all day
[Post-Chorus]
And you don't even know what I got
And you don't even know when this dropped
And you don't even know what I'm 'bout
You know, you know, you know it won't stop
[Verse 3: B.o.B]
Drinks on us, freaks on dick, haters on hush
All eyes on us, everything you see the SUVs pull up
Down like that whenever we creep up
And we slide to the back and we stay linked up
Why the hell they hatin' on us?
I'm livin' my dream, don't wake me up
Ballin' so long, it's boring, ballin' so long, I'm yawnin'
Haulin' so long that I gotta let the flow cool off 'cause my feet just scorchin'
Anybody tryna get up on my level better have to feel misfortune
And you ain't never seen this [?]
You like, "Can anybody tell me where the door is?"
I will never ever ever have a shortage, 18 damn months been tourin'
And I don't ever see my house, my couch, or my bedroom set seems foreign
But I always knew there'd be bitterness
These n***as speak fluent gibberish
Life can be ridiculous
So I ball like this on these hypocrites
[Chorus: B.o.B]
Let 'em hate, 'cause I'm straight
I've been ballin' on these n***as all day, all day
They gon' have to call a n***a MJ, MJ
I've been ballin' on these n***as all day, all day
[Post-Chorus]
And you don't even know what I got
And you don't even know when this dropped
And you don't even know what I'm 'bout
You know, you know, you know it won't stop
