[intro]
Yeah
Go
[Hook]
You gotta know I'm ballin' so hardly
Cause I'm ballin' like King James
And everyday I be grindin
If you see me in da place
All-I do is
Sippin and smoking and jokin'
About them stupid haters on my dick
Say them words
Just scream dat 'Leggo b**h!" and put your bottles in the air!
Ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin'
Shout dat "Leggo b**h" loudla-y and look at me
Ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin'
[Verse 1]
Every-day we-ballin' so hard, if I'm, in da, place (Hoe)
I'm fallin' like the d**h star, and I know one thang
I'm drinkin' too much vodka momma, and I do my thang
I'ma tryna f** up the whole industry
Call me Mr. King, Ima be tha best seller
The dope seller called my homie, told he ain't selling (what)
I still yelling out my name, she told me I'm handsome
My ex chick really thought we was gone have a marriage
I'm sipping on actavis
f** law, f** sober. I love feeling fly
Addicted to getting high, go crazy for being high, my eyes so low, I'm in my zone, smoke out the window, I can't see no limit, f** twelve and snakes, I trust God, if all these lames are good, I'm prolly the worst guy
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
All I think bout is big bills
.I think bout tha big deals
Need me a house on a hill just to sit back making them mills
I be smoking dope bae
Can not give no f** bae
Cut the gra** to see them snakes. I can't trust a soul, ay
(fast)
I pull up to the scene, we be rolling that green
Smoking and geeking and laughing and joking that lean make me sleepin' but after I wake up I pour up some more, I'm not Bow Wow, but I just got caked up, it's Lottery Billz I got b**hes, got b**hes, they act like they love me, don't act like you know me.. I'm not your homie. b**h I smoke weed, where Da f** is your police?
These lames act, Bryan-Silva
I be-cooling with the gorillas
I be-cooling with the drug dealers
This is Yung, Mafia Business (yay)
These lames thinking they k**as
This is Yung Mafia Business
You won't get rich, for spending all your gwalla on them b**hes
[Hook]