(*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
[Chorus]
[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
[Chorus]
