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We gon ball like Karl Malone
We gon ball like Karl Malone
Invested in a mobile home
Yeah yeah
We gon ball like Karl Malone 'fore He call us home
I'm always on the road, invested in a mobile home
I need a Erykah Badu to turn me on and on
Make love to me then make my way to count my provolone
The plug annoyed when I send the bread through the CashApp
I told him "business is business" now let's get past that
My lil nigga wanna risk it cause her ass fat
Got use ya head for more than just a hat rack
Got my nut off just in time to hear praise and worship
Gotta stay away from serpents, they cross you like Kyrie Irving
I'm on a journey, chasing this paper man
Throw them broke hoes to the side like the paper-man
Since a jit, I been ballin just like the Lakers man
Everything gold 'cept the purple kush, welcome to Laker Land
F*ck a hater man, f*ck a opp, f*ck a opposition
I'ma f*ck the world and nut on Mt. Olympus
I ain't shit without my niggas
I can't live without these riches
I'm in the coupe with 2 pigeons
Giving head, headed to the top, I cannot be stop nigga
We gon ball like Karl Malone 'fore He call us home
I'm always on the road, invested in a mobile home
I need a Erykah Badu to turn me on and on
Make love to me then make my way to count my provolone
The plug annoyed when I send the bread through the CashApp
I told him "business is business" now let's get past that
My lil nigga wanna risk it cause her ass fat
Got use ya head for more than just a hat rack
Gimme the loot, RIP Christopher too
I like my bitches in 2s, come on lil bitch Ima hoot
Told my lil bro stay in school, don't be no motherf*cking fool
I make sure everything cool, I make sure everything bool
I make sure everything new, step in Giuseppes or Loubs
She get the biggest of boobs
I make sure every whip is equipped with a tool
I dip my wrist in a pool, gotta put mom in the hills
I don't put up with a bitch nigga, I pity the fool
I ain't got time for you hoes but I still water the grass
Been in my bag all year, I let bro borrow the bag
Wake up tomorrow to cash
We want all the f*cking smoke like some Marlboro Reds
Cash out then we hauling ass
We gon ball like Karl Malone 'fore He call us home
I'm always on the road, invested in a mobile home
I need a Erykah Badu to turn me on and on
Make love to me then make my way to count my provolone
The plug annoyed when I send the bread through the CashApp
I told him "business is business" now let's get past that
My lil nigga wanna risk it cause her ass fat
Got use ya head for more than just a hat rack