Pull up in a juice box
Do you think you know me?
Gas Pack reekin'
Smoke it with my homies
Lookin at my wrist
Now it's wetter than Ginobli
I can't even drive now
Can you take me home please?
Tear stained racks
Yeah they blew out the window
Why he talking mess
But he won't send any info?
Racks in my pockets
Got me walking like its limbo
I'ma get on TV
I'ma say Hello
You know I've been ballin
You can see it from a distance
Left hand floater
Got me feeling like a piston
Hit em' with a fake
Then I cross him with the Wilson
They think that I'm Jordan
But I'm balling Scottie Pippen
Hit em' with a fake
Then I cross him with the Wilson
They think that I'm Jordan
But I'm balling Scottie Pippen
Knew it from the start
I would be whippin the stars
Had you in my heart
Now I'm whipping foreign cars
Never again
Now I'm crying in the Benz
What's the point of balling?
If you ain't receiving M's
Pulling out my wallet
Cause I can't find tissues
Knew your love was fake
And I can't forgive you
Now I keep it real
And I'm seeing out real views
I'm just getting racks
And I really don't miss you
Pull up in a juice box
Do you think you know me?
Gas Pack reekin'
Smoke it with my homies
Lookin at my wrist
Now it's wetter than Ginobli
I can't even drive now
Can you take me home please?
Can you take me home please?