You balling, if you got Sprewell rims and they crawling If you got four five, Clarions balling You hit the club on dubs and your name They be calling, calling, calling, calling You balling, if you push a candy color with butter on cutters You got a flock of girls and they all know each other With the command of your voice, they all Become lovers, lovers, lovers, lovers I can catch boppers like Paul Wall with the wood out my grill I can do a girl wrong and she gon' be by me still I can get caught cheating on my feet, maybe she will Never leave, 'cause I be spitting my game so real I'm Mike Jones, Mike Jones, Jones That's been a baller, before I even grabbed a microphone Swishahouse, Swishablast no more minimum wage Independently paid, living lovely and laid I never ever cheap talk, 'cause I got a platinum grill I changed the game over with Sprewells on my fifth wheel My album 'Who Is Mike Jones', coming soon My album 'Who Is Mike Jones', coming soon Already, I pull up on Perellis with wood leather and grape jelly T.V.'s falling down, watching DMX in Belly Swishahouse Swishablast, we come first not last Police pull me over, so they could play my Dream cast And my XBox, I got stubborn rims They keep going, even when I say stop Mike Jones in your ear, they gave me MVP And this is just rookie year Is a baller baby, shot caller baby In the Lex having sex, twenties crawling baby I stay balling, T.V.'s stay falling, 23's stay crawling I'm the definition of balling playboy You balling, if you got Sprewell rims and they crawling If you got four five, Clarions balling You hit the club on dubs and your name They be calling, calling, calling, calling © EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC.; BLACK FOUNTAIN TRACKS; NDTP MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com