[Verse 1: K. Marvel]
Gold Rollie, fuck you, you not the homie
It's laker gang shout out to my n***a Kobe
I spent one thousand, just to do recordings
Get me in your club before you can't afford me
Top back, yea they ride it like that
Don't fuck with me if your party not packed
You got too many n***as not enough bitches
I'm trynna get it in, give it to them, give them riches
That's how I feel that's the shit I don't like
My raps like this is what I don't write
N***a you need to get your dough up
You can't pay to get in then don't show up
Huh? Lil n***a you a maggot, and the paper we be stacking
Make your money look like tragic, I'm sorry you can't have it
That's just how it go Joe Moses get 'em ask the question let 'em know uhh...

[Hook]
"She holla"
Where the ballers at, ask me where the ballers at
Hut one, hut two, im the quarter back
Fuck a pretty bitch gotta let you have it
I don't do this for the motherfucking rapping; I do this for the ratchets
I do it for the ratchets
I do it for the ratchets
I do it for the ratchets
[Verse 2: Joe Moses]
Verse two
Sadity man I hate those
Go bowling in her pussy, A hole
Nice face but her ass like play dough
Charge on the mouth with my dick, Diego
Knock it off knock it in then knock it down
Mayweather with the ratchets, knock em out
Said her last n***a weird, Pacquiao
Left her in the studio, ass up face down
Pretty bitches gon' hate we don’t need that
Where the ratchets at, tell me where the ratchets at
Shake your ass to the beat then bring it back
Mills said bleed
Driver can you handle that?

[Hook]
"She holla"
Where the ballers at, ask me where the ballers at
Hut one, hut two, im the quarter back
Fuck a pretty bitch gotta let you have it
I dont do this for the mutha fuckin' rappin', I do this for the ratchets
I do it for the ratchets
I do it for the ratchets
I do it for the ratchets
[Outro]
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