All this ballin' we been doin' I been pictured that Too far Money ballin' Ties in the heart Hell yeah It's the Reggie's back But it's nothin' to it boss I'ma get it back Quick to flip a nigga like a pixie mattress Countin' all this cash money I feel like Beatrice Tall dark-skinned bitch She look like a actress Y'all believe in these niggas Cause they really actors Dickie suit Big ranch And I'm a mechanic Moon rocks Cookie crops I'm on another planet Niggas say they in the streets Where we really actin' Catch him on the E-Way And hit him up in traffic Go upstairs on a nigga Call that shit the attic Took my wife bitch on Xans And now she at it All the tools got extensions And them bitches plastic White girl do coke boy And addy Purse got me scratchin' Cut purple as a radish Caught the midnight train to Georgia With my baby Gladys I stashed the work in a cabinet Cause I'm really havin' I'm on my way to a play But I got stuck in traffic So many pills in your bitch It fucked up her bladder Got an iron with a ladder Call that bitch Stafford I know a couple snow bunnies Who be dippin' acid Fallin' full of paper Lookin' like a homework packet Meek Mills said it's levels But it's really brackets I'm doin' 90 on the freeway Droppin' off the packet Put an X on a nigga Like his name is Malcolm See a nigga owe me money Throw him off the balcony When my doc write his script It look like scribble scratch All this ballin' we been doin' I been picture dat Got a glass Pint of red And a brick of act All these clothes in my bag And they make me mad Last loss Send me back 150 racks Boy there's nothin' to it boss I'ma get it back Jacked off another nifty When they hit the trap Cause there's nothin' to it boss I'ma get it back There's nothin' to it boss I'ma get it back To it boss I'ma get it back Watchin' for the triple cross Push it to the max Had a brick of raw and uncut I hit it with a lat Do every fuckin' up the street No they can't handle that Swear the whole gang lit No candle wax I do everything big No lumberjack Touch down anytime When I play runnin' back No such thing as an up-duck It's cause I love the racks But no amount of money in this world Could bring my youngin' back Posted up in the sugar shack Tryin' to run up a sack Took that lil' bitch they gave me And I doubled that Took some tears Blood And a lot of sweat Every time I took a loss You know I double back Don't shake my hand No I don't want no fuckin' debt Man I do this shit for my dawgs Doin' a couple nets I'm on an odd with the woods And I'm silverback Not a bad farmer jack Started with a 60-pack nick When my jock write a script It look like scribble scrap All this ballin' we been doin' I been picturin' that Got a glass Pint of red And a brick of act All this gold's in my bag And it makes me mad Last loss Send me back a 150 rack Boy there's nothin' to it boss I'ma get it back Jacked off another nifty When they hit the trap Cause there's nothin' to it boss I'ma get it back Boy there's nothin' to it boss I'ma get it back To it boss I'ma get it back