Ballin iz a ha-bit/ this blunt I ain’t pas-sin/ Dey see me/ like sum glas-ses/ drinks my glas-ses(x4) I drinkin on dis alco-hol/ Knocked that bitch down/ bowlin pins/ U kno I got to take a win/ but I took a lot of losses/ celebrate I’m comin up/ exotic trees up in my blunt/ I never ran track and field/ But that money I run it up// I bless myself like a runny nose/ U can call me black Jesus/ dem niggaz tried tripple cross me/ but we ain’t gone talk bout that/ let’s talk about this money talk/ I’m silent but she wanna fuck/ she remind me of my favorite gun/ because I make her bust a lot/ we takin shots/ No cameras off in here/ but she givin titty shots/ she put them tripple D’S all in my face/ that’s a tripple shot/ like Rick Ross I’m blowin money fast/ while blowin sticky green/ I got that stick on the side off me/ I got that stick on the side of me/ I’m resurrecting Makeveli / Choppa in that box Chevy/ I’m a nightmare on any street/