(Andre Nickatina)
You in a balla race
Tryna get all in a balla's face
Workin your hips at a balla's pace
Wanna see how sweet a balla taste
You in a balla place
You in a balla race
Tryna get all in a balla's face
Workin your hips at a balla's pace
Wanna see how sweet a balla taste
You in a balla place
You in a balla race
Man I'm a semi-automatic, gotta get the cabbage
But it worse than a religion man, worse than a habit
Work those heels, make sure they don't break
How much dough can a super witch make
Rollercoaster, baby let em ride
Do what you do but dont break your stride
Four door car, seven Las Vegas nights
My gators so new that they still might bite
Im gettin money cause I run red lights
My super witch is super tight
Man, you coulda been foolin me, givin me fake jewelry
Rap cats try to choose a fee,
Build bread or ya losin me
Like Im stolin, its golden,
and I'm rollin, and I'm holdin
A knot so fat, you say Nicky do you love that
In the mirror with a weed sack
I heard her but I didnt answer back
Man, I like that little flute
It remind me of Ronney Newt
I think I'ma wear my caramel suit
With the brown tie and them matchin 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 Dolce, have that Gabbana
Have that Prada and Sean John
You in a balla race
Tryna get all in a balla's face
Workin your hips at a balla's pace
Wanna see how sweet a balla taste
You in a balla place
You in a balla race
Tryna get all in a balla's face
Workin your hips at a balla's pace
Wanna see how sweet a balla taste
You in a balla place
You in a balla race
(Equipto)
Man everything fast, talk about bread but everything cash
Divide the dividends, divide the living ends
More high than a little bit
Gotta split the game and lace em with it
Me and Dreez got a race to finish
A relay, what, we play
DJ, dont waste a minute
The way she pop it for profit
These tricks, they open they wallets
And plus they callin right after
My beezy stay in the pocket, I got it
Down to a science, the back of my hand
And I don't just rap for fans
I'ma do it like char, Hawaii, hoe on a arm
Three more in the car
(Andre Nickatina)
Baby, I cradle this,
Like Air Jordan dunks at Carolina
I'm right behind ya, I'm tryna find ya, and I'll remind ya
Man, excuse me, my mouth gets like an Uzi
If you choose me cause I look past all that beauty
Cause you destined you have beauty
And your 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
Cause my mouthpiece fast like a rabbit
Thing so swell, you think you can grab it
Even magicians think its magic
The way its all wrapped up and packaged
Baby, its a balla's race
(Equipto)
Like a Tour de France
All in a rush, ignore the past
Hop on the bus, explore the map
The homies aint here, I'll pour the yak
On your mark, get set
Yea, he can ball first but he ain't no threat
And I could bet that on a past line
She in last place for the last time
Had a line, at a time, at a pocket
Block ya mind from the gossip
Its a new day, roll tough with my hoes
And they can show you how to pop it
What, 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
(Andre Nickatina)
You in a balla race
Tryna get all in a balla's face
Workin your hips at a balla's pace
Wanna see how sweet a balla taste
You in a balla place
You in a balla race
Tryna get all in a balla's face
Workin your hips at a balla's pace
Wanna see how sweet a balla taste
You in a balla place
You in a balla race