| I’m so bossy, bitch, get off me
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| It’s a different jingle when you hear these car keys
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| Your SL’s missing an «S», nigga
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| Your plane’s missing a chef
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| The common theme, see, they’ve both got wings
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| If you fly, do it to death
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| It’s only one God, and it’s only one crown
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| So it’s only one king that can stand on this mound
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| King Push, kingpin, overlord
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| Coast Gurad come, 100 goin' overboard
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| I got money with the best of 'em
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| Go blow-for-blow with any Mexican
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| Don’t let your side bitches settle in
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| Might have to head, but you’re Evelyn
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| Ballers — I put numbers on the boards
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| Hard to get a handle on this double-edged sword
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| Whether rappin' or unwrapping to a whore
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| Might reach back and relapse, the wrapping of this raw
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| Givenchy fitting like it’s gym clothes
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| We really gym stars, I’m like D-Rose
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| No D League, I’m like «these close»
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| '88 Jordan leapin' from the free-throw
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| Ballers — I put numbers on the boards
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| Ballers — I put numbers on the boards
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| (Motherfuckers can’t rhyme no more, 'bout crime no more)
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| Mix drug and show money, Biggs Burke on tour
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| 25 bricks, move work like chore
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| Hit Delaware twice, needed 25 more
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| I see flaws, cracks in your diamonds
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| CB4 when you rhyme, Simple Simon
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| Come and meet the pie man — a must that I flaunt it
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| The legend grow legs when it comes back to haunt us
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| Ballers — I put numbers on the boards
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| Can’t a bitch live and say I bought her Michael Kors?
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| Every car driven was decided by the horse
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| Keep the sticker in the window 'case you wonder how it cost
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| How could you relate when you ain’t never been great?
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| And rely on rap money to keep food up on your plates, nigga?
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| I might sell a brick on my bithday
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| 36 years of doing dirt like it’s Earth Day
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| God!
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| Ballers — I put numbers on the boards |