[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]