Money music right here

You gotta ball on this

Many speculate but they don't really know me

All up in my business where they show be

Game tight game right like a pro d

Leaven soft white I rock the whole key

Rap for the gutter and I never switch reals

Soft white wash with the deep dish wheels

Money too big for a clip you's a band

Broad G a coup in myself a Sedan

Them other dudes is fail us all they do is fall

Hoo bangin hustlas and all we do is ball

Why you think these girls around here we the shh...

And bye the whole bar every town that we hit

Make music harley boys bump on they dressers

Y'all felling us eaten up this four car presser

Certified hit the bricks with perfect diamond

Game plan flawless like perfect diamonds

[Chorus x2]

When I grow up I wanna be a big balla

Ballin like it’s tomorrow

Bring the good stuff right over the border

If it ain't about dollars don't holla

Homie say do it like that put that on christ

Two years I ain't wore the same t shirt twice

Hoping out benz don't matter whats hood

Be a corner for a g lil homie whats good

Live at the swat meet stay out of function

All mad at me till I get that thang jump-in

A real east sider y'all actin like the clan

Turn G Malone haterz and a g’s biggest fan

G get-tin grands ain't stun-tin y'all threats

long as homie understand I leave his ass wet

The boy got a plan I'm trying to do it for the coast

Best rookie ever trying to prove it to the coach

Now mack pay attention how I get the west crack in

I'm a need that phantom same day I go platinum

Kink in the glove box money in a cancel

Petal to the pedal thats the end of this con vole

[Chorus x2]

When I grow up I wanna be a big balla

Ballin like it’s tomorrow

Bring the good stuff right over the border

If it ain't about dollars don't holla

In no my jungle shots to the jungle

Get money keep a 2...

Mob is how we got to eat

Ride when we got to creep

Shorty is a beast hundred on the streets

Fresh flamed up money never changed us

Built from the project hood rich and famous

Kept a Duce with a nickel on me

Five star g bout money come and see us homie

Leather tone with a bag black mag bout cash

Doing out the black jag hundred g’s mobs

See em mc’s cmb lets eat five hundred on the tete

Yeah and junior is the best riding with the west

Rollin with my smith and wesson

Got the game off the ground

Blowing out the pound representing uptown.

[Chorus x2]

When I grow up I wanna be a big balla

Ballin like it’s tomorrow

Bring the good stuff right over the border

If it ain't about dollars don't holla

When I grow up I wanna be a big balla...

Bring the good stuff right over the border...

When I grow up I wanna be a big balla...

Ballin like it’s tomorrow...

Bring the good stuff right over the border...

If it aint about dollars don't holla!!!