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Uh-uh, uh-uh Uh-uh, uh-uh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh The way I'm ballin', they gon' have to put me up on Sports Center Got all my haters mad 'cause they know I'm a racks spender Told myself I’ll be the man, nigga, that was last winter Look myself in the mirror and said, "Don't ever get off track nigga" I can fuck a nigga bitch then fuck another after that (Facts) Keep it real with you, you couldn't make it out my habitat (Nah) Drippin' money, I'm havin' that Shawty sucked this dick and cleaned it up like a laundromat Said I was gone be a star and niggas used to laugh at that Told her, "Count that money up," and now a nigga stackin' that Niggas actin' like they know me, they don't know how my life was I'm tweakin' off, my nigga, but I still gotta buzz How you think your bitch a saint? She sucked my dick inside the club I been ballin', putting up W’s like I'm Ghostface Niggas think they hot 'til they get turned into a cold-case I’m just one nigga, but all my bitches, they go both ways Every day I wake up, pray to God and hope for my place Wallah, you ain't getting shit from me (Wallah) I'm top five, gotta keep the blick on me (Top five) Go outside, I know all the fans love me (Uh) Letras de cancionesI'm top five and I keep the bands on me (Yeah, yeah, top five) Yeah, Wallah, they been talkin' shit on me (Shit) I'm top five, so they call me big homie (Big) Yeah, top five, and I'm having Rick on me (Rick) Yeah, top five, and I got ya bitch on me (Uh) Ridin' in a Benz, I don't got no time for fake friends (Yeah) Ballin' like I'm Jordan, Space Jam (Space Jam) And I used to sell grams (Yeah) Stash inside my waist band (Stash) I remember skipping turn styles at the station (Woah) Made it to the top, I was rappin' down in the basement (Yeah) I can never fail, niggas tellin' lies, tellin' fairytales (Tales) Payin' for my bitches nails, and I bought some new Chanel (Chanel) Wavy like I'm Max B (Yeah), I'm screamin' "Free Biggavel" And I got a castle for a crib, that shit a citadel Yeah, I'm going to Heaven, but I'm still gon' give these niggas hell Got this bad bitch from London, her favorite singer is Adele Threw my dick in her pussy like a quarter in a wishing well Hit her once and wished her well (Wish her well) I ain't never going to tell (Nah) If it's beef, then at me nigga I just hope I bump into him, I ain't talking 'bout no ache nigga Yeah, I ain't talking bout no ache nigga, pussy Fuck you talking 'bout, nigga? Pull up Wallah, you ain't getting shit from me (Wallah) I'm top five, gotta keep the blick on me (Top five) Go outside, I know all the fans love me (Love me) I'm top five and I keep the bands on me (Yeah, yeah, top five) Yeah, Wallah, they been talkin' shit on me (Wallah, shit) I'm top five, so they call me big homie Yeah, top five, and I'm having Rick on me Yeah, top five, and I got ya bitch on me (Uh) Yeah, top five, yeah Top five, yeah, top five Shawty tryna kill these niggas From Letras Mania