歌词
Hahahahah
Welcome to the big house, 1997, ballin' (baby)
FLA, baby (FLA, baaby)
Who would imagine that it would be those pistol packing, paper stacking flash?
Ni*** from the Derby, quick to snatch a ni** off the curve seat
All blacks and suburbans, to the Derby
Forever ballin', y'all ni*** heard me, hear me
If ya ain't my b*tch, don't stand too close near me
Y'all ni***s know me, it's the ni*** that mack the game like Old D, the crackers hitting homie
Straight out the slammer, picture me in church with my grandma
Hahah, lowkey'd up in this mothafvcka one time (mothafvckin' one time), you understand?
Keepin' it high
(coughing)
Pass thе blunt, since you got this motherfvcking crew
Comе get these last few ni***drunk off as fvck
See, it's like hennessy, when it's in the (?)
I see 3 or maybe 4 when I'm walking at them
So, take it slow, all you hoes expose yourself, you can't help yourself
It's the Ballers, hoe, better watch yourself, hahah
See it's Toneye Brown in the room, two toe, chrome lips, gold tips and all that type of shit
So be it, if you ain't trying to get rich
Be a day late and a dollar short