[Intro]
Packing all my 100s into a ball and then I dunk that shit
Yeah we having fun, she's really nice but I can't cuff that bitch
I'm sorry, but I'm still in love with my ex she doesn't give a shit
When she left me, yeah, she played me like an instrument
Packing all my 100s into a ball and then I dunk that shit
Yeah we having fun, she's really nice but I can't cuff that bitch
I'm sorry, but I'm still in love with my ex she doesn't give a shit
When she left me, yeah, she played me like an instrument

[Chorus]
Balling at the mall I'm going buck that blicky up that shit
I feel like Seagal got the machete I might cut that bitch
I feel like I'm Soulja Boy because I be on my comeback shit
I be running shit
We be running shit
Balling at the mall I'm going buck that blicky up that shit
I feel like Seagal got the machete I might cut that bitch
I feel like I'm Soulja Boy because I be on my comeback shit
I be running shit
We be running shit

[Verse]
Spend a lot of money doing shit that's on my bucket list
Fuck a bitch I double fist two cups of tris
Cook up a hit I'm Beni Hana sick
I took it because I knew I wanted it
Feel like Tom Segura ball too hard I broke my arm
Blowing gas like I grew up on a farm
Baby, I didn't mean to hurt mean to harm
Valentine, I just really need you in my arms
Sold my soul for a brand new car
Confessions of a washed up star
Confession: I just popped two bars
Put it on my Amex card
[Chorus]
Balling at the mall I'm going buck that blicky up that shit
I feel like Seagal got the machete I might cut that bitch
I feel like I'm Soulja Boy because I be on my comeback shit
I be running shit
We be running shit
Balling at the mall I'm going buck that blicky up that shit
I feel like Seagal got the machete I might cut that bitch
I feel like I'm Soulja Boy because I be on my comeback shit
I be running shit
We be running shit