Uhh
All the trucks
Chris Tucker black
The Ashton white like Ashton in
A trucker hat
Put my city on the map
(I carry them)
And keep bum bitches quiet
(librarian)
It ain't about that money
Then darlin' what you mean
Should pay for the celtics
How I'm ballin' for This green
Ay dog I'm for the team
Bout that real action
Rock too many rings
Call me Phil Jackson
Shawty let me coach you
I could make the game real cold
You wasn't raised up right
No field goal
Let's get it
I'm chargin' ‘em too much now
Call me when you run across that green
Touchdown!

God damn, swagga so official
The ballin' never stop
They might have to blow the whistle
Oh man, even when they do it
That ain't stopping nothin' shawty
We still get' in to it
Overtime, overtime
Stuntin' in a drop top
Ballin' like I never seen a shot clock
I call it overtime, overtime
Swagga so official
The ballin' never stop
They might have to blow the whistle

The game don't change
Only change is the players
Exclusive bitch I flow
Hover craft in the air
Back shot shawty
You fuckin' with the mayor
Since I'm the chief all
I comprehend is catier

The magic city queen
Bordello is my catalog
Addition wages, you cant speak my shoe dialog
I'm the best bitch,
Fuck the rest bitch
I got these broads by a land slide
(take take take take) a rest bitch
Overtime, time and row quarters time and half,
Gave birth to three daughters
Pretty money royal and we bout to set it off
We takin' tops off and pop off
And tearin' bitches blocks off

God damn, swagga so official
The ballin' never stop
They might have to blow the whistle
Oh man, even when they do it
That ain't stopping nothin' shawty
We still get' in to it
Overtime, overtime
Stuntin' in a drop top
Ballin' like I never seen a shot clock
I call it overtime, overtime
Swagga so official
The ballin' never stop
They might have to blow the whistle

Might see me crusin
Versace or peep me
Flowin in fendi
Gangsta boygie and pretty
Ethionpian in Trini
Bout to grap me then bentley
Tell' em ship it to the new place
That it just moved in for more shoe space,
Yup
I'm gettin' money and i'm barely home
That's just basic instincts no Sharon Stone
Sorry that i'm headed to the top ain't goin' there alone
In old school Gazelle frames and Herringbone
You ridin' out (ridin' out), then hit the clutch and shift but sucka shit been
Known to blow me like a dutch and piff
You bout ya fuckin' chips then ya'll just as there
And everybody else just in a boss bitches world

God damn, swagga so official
The ballin' never stop
They might have to blow the whistle
Oh man, even when they do it
That ain't stopping nothin' shawty
We still get' in to it
Overtime, overtime
Stuntin' in a drop top
Ballin' like I never seen a shot clock
I call it overtime, overtime
Swagga so official
The ballin' never stop
They might have to blow the whistle