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Ayy, I'm a balla, baby, he ain't got no game I'm a big dog, baby, rock big chains And I need a super freak like Rick James Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang, bang, bang Make that shit bang, bang, bang Make that shit bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang Why so serious? I'm never fuckin' around These pigeons dead stock, they never touchin' the ground Plane Jane Patek I'm never bustin' it down Flagrant as fuck, I'm never toning it down (Yeah) Oh, you big mad? Why you chasin' a chick that I been had? Took your dream girl down, yeah, I did that Got some pop-star bodies, been hit that Believe me, my belt got notches Safe full of diamonds, a couple nice watches Made some mistakes and they think they could stop us But Tiger plays golf and the whole world watches (Yee) Ayy, I'm a balla, baby, he ain't got no game (Winners win) I'm a big dog, baby, rock big chains And I need a super freak like Rick James Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang, bang, bang Make that shit bang, bang, bang Letras de cancionesMake that shit bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang Load it up, aim, pop, shoot it up (Yeah) Boot it up, strapped up, toot it up (Woo) It's game time, put me in, I'm suited up Bitch, I'm good enough (Yeah), I don't need the luck (Yeah) Heartbreaker like Suzie, hotter than jacuzzi Make her bob, open mouth like a scary movie (Ah) I got 10 cars, park them like Lil Uzi (Yeah) The proof's in the income, I ain't gotta prove it (No) She got a man, nigga, I ain't stupid But the way you work that body, you gon' have to lose it And that pussy good, show me how you use it (Yeah) Step by step, baby, go through it (Ayy) I'm a balla, baby, he ain't got no game (Ayy) I'm a big dog, baby, rock big chains (Big dog) And I need a super freak like Rick James (Ayy) Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang, bang, bang Make that shit bang, bang, bang (Come on) Make that shit bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang Yeah, talk to me nicely Fifty on the chain, oh my god, I'm so pricey Mami, she Spanish, she keep it so spicy When she throw it back, she like, "Papi, don't bite me" Yeah, make her bend down She 'gon let me clip when I'm in town Big Bentley truck, rolled her tints down 10k a month, Hell's Kitchen in Midtown (Yeah) L.A. to New York, Bicoastal I'm international, not local A band for these vintage Chanel bifocals If you ain't talkin' bags, then I'm antisocial, be gone Ayy, I'm a balla, baby, he ain't got no game I'm a big dog, baby, rock big chains And I need a super freak like Rick James Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang, bang, bang Make that shit bang, bang, bang Make that shit bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang From Letras Mania