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(*Billy Cook*) Oh-oooh-oooh We ball-ing, Mun-E heeey
[Chorus: Billy Cook] Money is the reason that the girls be calling A pimp with game, rolling Dealies and Impalas Placks on my wall, see my screens fall 20 inches crawl in my video, that`s the way we ball Money is the reason that the girls be calling A playa with game, rolling Dealies and Impalas Ice on my wrist, rocks on my fist Sipping Krys in the club hatas, even boppers show me love
[L.T.] Now L.T. about to ball, and make my 6-4 hop Grip my grain and swang, and body rock the whole block Keep my Lacs on top, a bad bitch to bop Pulling up drop tops, playboy I won`t stop I`m too hot you niggas cold, my paper fin to fold Putting bitches on hoes, while the block on deroad And make ends, I`m thinking a Lac a baby Benz They both on twins, with a bitch in the wind With some friends cause I`m balling, my fifth four falling The other four crawling, spend a thousand at the mall and You stalling I`m flipping, wood grain gripping Slowly I be tipping, down your block in Expeditions We sipping get with it, I know you niggas feel it L.T. gon stay spitting, cause I`m one of the realest Whoever whenever, my niggas got chedda L.T. a good fella, to my chest with barrettas I`m on it a Benz I`ma flaunt it, we don`t talk about shit Just watch a nigga, jump up on it for real You know a nigga hold it down in this bitch Doing short time in this bitch, we balling
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[Mun-E] When it comes to money, nothing`s impossible Got me flossing big body, taking trips to the tropical Smoking on optimoes, bouncing and turning on vogues Smashing on four`s, wood on my dashboard Too expensive clothes, diamond rings and piece and chains It glow throwed in the game, so I`ma let my nuts hang To the floor, sip some Surubber champagne Tighten the grip up on your grain We stay in the sky its a pimp in a plane When I`m on the streets, I be switching the lanes Flipping the screen, living your dream, drop top Bentley With twenty inch thangs, beating and banging the block Went platinum, before my album even dropped Dollas I cop, hoes that bop, Mun-E gets Mun-E got Getting rich, while I`m blowing up the spot Calling all the shots, giving y`all something to screw and chop Keeping haters heads hot, when it just don`t stop, as i rise to the top
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