Ballout - All These Racks lyrics

[Verse] [Ballout] I'm ballin', No NBA No I don't play in that game Catch me in the fast lane Grippin' grain, Smokin' stank These b**hes so damn lame Since a n***a ballin' they said I change I ain't done nothin' but stack my change Now I'm buyin' chains, wearin' chains I'm so up its a damn shame Couple months ago me & my youngas' was doin our damn thang (300) Hittin' thangs Totin' thangs Poppin' thangs Reloading' thangs We don't play games Me & my partner, we'll blow his brains [Hook] (Ballout) I'm ballin', No NBA I ball harder than Bill Gates I just seen a new bentley I'm gonna get it, all grey All these racks up in my pocket That just make me go crazy All these racks up in my pocket That just make me go crazy [Verse 2: Soulja Boy Tell'em] 50 racks in my pocket I'm about to go dumb Soulja Boy be ballin On the court, like LeBron I'm goin' in with Ballout Your girl see me, she fall out I made fif-ty-k today So tonight I'm goin, all out New Jordan's snatch that Black cars, can't match that Stunt with the money Better use ya head up in the streets I go hard up on the beat I keep them Jordan's up on my feet Nah, n***a don't want beef Thumbin' thru that check Word around town, we done went and bought a jet, flex (finesse) I-I-I-I guess they figured out it ain't no stoppin' We cashed out this sh**, like a bank rappin' And in my hood, man my block poppin' Respect me like a boss, or its bodies droppin' Gu-gu-gu-guap God, 80 racks stuffed in my robin's Soulja Boy and Ballout they know we love money Bum a** n***a, y'all ain't gettin' no money [Hook]