All These Racks

[Ballout:]
I'm balling, No NBA
No I don't play in that game
Catch me in the fast lane
Gripping grain, Smoking stank
These bitches so damn lame
Since a nigga balling they said I change
I ain't done nothing but stack my change
Now I'm buying chains, wearing chains
I'm so up its a damn shame
Couple months ago me & my youngas' was doin our damn thang (300)
Hitting thangs
Toting thangs
Popping thangs
Reloading' thangs
We don't play games
Me & my partner, we'll blow his brains

I'm balling, No NBA
I ball harder than Bill Gates
I just seen a new bentley
I'm gonna get it, all grey
All these racks up in my pocket
That just make me go crazy
All these racks up in my pocket
That just make me go crazy

[Soulja Boy Tell'em:]
50 racks in my pocket
I'm about to go dumb
Soulja Boy be ballin
On the court, like LeBron
I'm going in with Ballout
Your girl see me, she fall out
I made fif-ty-k today
So tonight I'm goin, all out
New Jordan's snatch that
Black cars, can't match that
Stunt with the money
Better use ya head up in the streets
I go hard up on the beat
I keep them Jordan's up on my feet
Nah, nigga don't want beef
Thumbing thru that check
Word around town, we done went and bought a jet, flex (finesse)
I-I-I-I guess they figured out it ain't no stopping
We cashed out this shit, like a bank rapping
And in my hood, man my block popping
Respect me like a boss, or its bodies dropping
Gu-gu-gu-guap God, 80 racks stuffed in my robin's
Soulja Boy and Ballout they know we love money
Bum ass nigga, y'all ain't getting no money

[Ballout:]
I'm balling, No NBA
I ball harder than Bill Gates
I just seen a new bentley
I'm gonna get it, all grey
All these racks up in my pocket
That just make me go crazy
All these racks up in my pocket
That just make me go crazy