What's up Uncle Charles I can shop on Mars I can play guitar, been ballin' with the stars Jody Highroller, anything can happen Yokohama tires, and your rims neon plastic Ballin' so hard, might wheel when I jay-walk Shoot jumpers in Atlanta, figured I was kin to Mookie Blaylock 600 with the kid, ballin on you and your fucking bitch I can flip Ferrari with diamonds on my fucking wrist Going to hiatus, smoke weed up out of papers Balling like the Lakers, Versace touch the pavement Sandals touch the sand Rocks up on my hand I can sell oil, like Afghanistan
On my gators I can Walter Peyton As-salamu alaykum I can eat bacon I can sink a ship Balling like Wilt, ya'll know who that is Got more gold than Rumpelstilts' Locking out them bars, chains in my cars While I'm out to bars, got the syrup in my drawers Don't be alarmed, in my heart is popsicle I'm flipping candy pickle and my car is candy nickel
Diamonds integrated KKK must hate me Did the fuckin' Matrix when she tried to be my baby Bitch had me mistaken Bitch don't scratch my Dayton's! Thanks to Mr. Franklin, we don't eat top ramens My bitch from the Cayman's, kill shit when I came in Lookin' at the map I'm tryin' to find a place I ain't been Lookin' at the list ain't not one ho that I can't hit This car knows every language I'm choppin' up the pavement!
Choppin' up these bars Cut just like tar Flip double seven, I went hard up in the yard Ballin out the gym, and I'm burning guard Whip making plays, now I'm with the all stars ? Can we get a glimpse Chilling with these boppers and they wanna french kiss In today's craze, you can ride the wave I be flippin' foreign I be choppin' blades