[Intro]
Ayy, uh

[Verse]
All this guap on me, man, it's nothing new
Gotta' get the chips, that's the revenue
I spent some bands on my shirt and bought a Bimmer coupe
I swear all my n***as winnin', I won't ever lose
Ayy, uh, baby, you know what I do
Keep the guns on me just like troops, ayy
Circle small just like a loop
Put the kush back up in my backwood
And I love gettin' high 'cause it feel good
But it make a n***a lazy and that's not good
I break the law, I do everything you wish you could
She saw my Gucci, now she say I'm looking good
Sippin' on this mud, I don't know if I'm understood
Friends don't last forever, but this money do
I don't know you bitch, but I will stunt on you
I will ball on you, you know what I do
And if I have to say it twice then we gon' do it
[?], when I pull up in that ride
I was always outside, now I'm coolin', gettin' high
Bitch I'm coolin', gettin' bread, keep the hundreds in my bed
Fuck twelve, fuck the feds, keep that dope in the shed
Ayy, uh, I know that I'm ballin'
I know that I'm ballin'
I know that I'm ballin'
I know that I'm ballin'
I know that I'm ballin'
I know that I'm ballin'
Guess that's why she callin'