| Made a hundred racks off the phone, then I tossed it |
| I been ballin' so damn hard, I’m exhausted |
| Surrounded by a table full of bosses |
| We just keep winnin', we don’t worry 'bout the losses |
| I counted so much money, I’m exhausted |
| Been ballin' so hard, I’m exhausted |
| Had a run so long, I’m exhausted |
| We just keep winnin', we don’t worry 'bout the losses |
| Both hands numb, countin' up a hun' |
| Fuckin' up the club, yeah, we do that shit for fun |
| Told the strippers go get dressed, bitch, y’all comin' home with us |
| Is we fuckin', ho? What’s up? Bitch, this lil' money ain’t nothin', yeah |
| They say if money ain’t change you, you ain’t made enough |
| You got that play money, you can’t play with us |
| Garbage bag full, we just filled the table up |
| I got paper cuts, you fuckin' with me, must be on angel dust |
| Was just in a slump, stayed down, now I’m up |
| Rollie fully bust, you won’t see me with no buffs |
| All this shit these niggas doin' now, they got that shit from us |
| So much cheese in a month, I don’t know who I can trust, nigga |
| Line 'em all up, they can’t fuck with us |
| Take some shit from us, you gon' get your head bust, nigga |
| Fuck a bitch and her twin sister, and-one, nigga |
| You get money, we get money too, and what, nigga? |
| Made a hundred racks off the phone, then I tossed it |
| I been ballin' so damn hard, I’m exhausted |
| Surrounded by a table full of bosses |
| We just keep winnin', we don’t worry 'bout the losses |
| I counted so much money, I’m exhausted |
| Been ballin' so hard, I’m exhausted |
| Had a run so long, I’m exhausted |
| We just keep winnin', we don’t worry 'bout the losses |
| I hear you talkin' big in your raps, huh? |
| Heard you puttin' bigs in the trap, huh? |
| You waitin' on unc' to drop the bag, huh? |
| Boy, you broke as hell and homeless, shut your ass up, bum |
| Rollie on my wrist, it look like glass, don’t it? |
| Wear this bitch around my hood with no mag, don’t I? |
| Cash it out myself, I ain’t go half on it |
| Do the math on it, run you 'bout a slab, don’t it, nigga? |
| Raw was so good, just put a half on it |
| Run off on your tab, you know shit’ll really get bad, won’t it? |
| I just middle-manned a brick, had to put mines on it |
| Chill with all that talkin' on the phone, you’ll do time for it |
| Niggas hear my shit and get inspired, holmes |
| Know my niggas ridin' with me right or wrong |
| Had them bitches in for a minute, now they gone |
| I don’t wanna meet your mans, he might got a wire on |
| Made a hundred racks off the phone, then I tossed it |
| I been ballin' so damn hard, I’m exhausted |
| Surrounded by a table full of bosses |
| We just keep winnin', we don’t worry 'bout the losses |
| I counted so much money, I’m exhausted |
| Been ballin' so hard, I’m exhausted |
| Had a run so long, I’m exhausted |
| We just keep winnin', we don’t worry 'bout the losses |
| (David Wesson) |