[Hook: x2]
You in a balla race, tryin to get all in a balla's face
Workin you hips at a balla pace

Wanna see how sweet a balla taste
You in a balla place


[Andre Nickatina:]
Man, I'm a semi-automatic, gotta get the cabbage
It's worser than religion man it's worser than a habbit

Work those heels make sue they don't break
How much dough can a sucka whick make
Roller Coaster baby let 'em ride

Do what you do but don't brake your stride
Four door car son in Las Vegas nights
My Gators so new that they still might bite

I'm gettin money, cause I run red lights
And my super witch is super tight
Man you coulda been foolin me, tryin to give me fake jewelry

Rap cat chargin choose a fee
Peel bread or you losin me, like I'm stolen, it's golden
And I'm rollin and I'm holdin

On a knot so fat she say, "Nicky do you love that"
In a mirror with the weed sack
I heard her but I didn't answer back

Man I like that little flute, remind me of Ronnie Newt
I think I'ma wear my caramel suit with the brown tie and them matching boots
Ain't that the truth, girl your vision is like chess

Ten doors down and nothin less
Freak we can ball out, never have a fall out
Roll around town no doubt with the 'Moe God Khan

Have that dough see, have that Cabana, have that Prada and Sean John

[Hook x2]


[Equipto:]
Man everything fast

Talk about bread but everything cash
Divide the dividends, devide we livin in
Mo' high than a little bit

Gotta spit the game and lace 'em with it
Me and Dreez got a race to finish
A relay, what replay, DJ don't waste a minute

The way she pop it for profits
These tricks they open they wallets
And plus they callin right after, my beezy stay in they pocket

I got it stamped to a sign, to back of my hand
And I don't just rap for fans
I'ma do it like char, Hawaii, ho in a arm

Three more in the car

[Andre Nickatina:]

Baby I cradle this, like Air Jordan dunks at Carolina
I'm right behind ya, and tryin to find ya and I remind ya . . .
Man excuse me my mouth is like an uzi

If you choose me, cause I look past all that beauty
Cause you destined to have duty
And you Shirley Temples are like candy swirls

Man all up in here is candy girls
Freak bring your friends along if they got a car and they up to par
Because my mouthpiece fast like a rabbit

Paint so swell you think you can grab it
Even magicians think it's magic
The way it's all wrapped up and packaged, baby it's a balla's race


[Equipto:]
Like a Tour De France

All in a rush ignore the past
Hop on a bus explore the map
For the homies ain't here I'd pour the Yak out

On your mark get set
Yeah, he could ball first but he ain't no threat
And I could bet that on a past line

Yeah she in last place for the last time
At a line, at a time, at a pocket
Block your mind from the gossip

It's a new day, roll tough with my hoes
A ^!$$% show you how to pop it, that coochie
You lost your pace
And never had a taste of the Boss Soss all in your face
With no time to waste

Now let me see you chase the bread before you get replaced

[Hook x2]