I'm so bossy, bitch, get off me

It's a different jingle when you hear these car keys

Your SL's missing an S, nigga

Your plane's missing a chef

The common theme see they both got wings

If you fly, do it to death

It's only one God, and it's only one crown

So it's only one king that can stand on this mound

King Push, kingpin, overlord

Coast Guard come a hundred goin' overboard

I got money with the best of 'em

Go blow for blow with any Mexican

Don't let your side bitches settle in

Might have to headbutt your Evelyn Ballers, I put numbers on the boards

Hard to get a handle on this double-edged sword

Whether rappin' or I'm rappin' to a ***

Might reach back and relapse to wrappin' up this raw

Givenchy fittin' like it's gym clothes

We really gym stars, I'm like D. Rose

No D-league, I'm like these clothes

'88 Jordan, leaping from the free throw Ballers, I put numbers on the boards (Motherfuckers can't rhyme no more, 'bout crime no more)

Mix drug and show money, Biggs Burke on tour

Twenty-five bricks, move work like chore

Hit Delaware twice, needed twenty-five more

I see flaw, cracks in your diamond

CB4 when you rhyme, Simple Simon

Come and meet the pieman, a must that I flaunt it

The legend grows legs when it comes back to haunt us Ballers, I put numbers on the boards

Can't a bitch live and say I bought her Michael Kors?

Every car driven was decided by the horse

Keep the sticker in the window 'case you wonder what it cost

How could you relate when you ain't never been great?

And rely on rap money to keep food up on your plates, nigga?

I might sell a brick on my birthday

Thirty-six years of doing dirt like it's Earth Day, God Ballers, I put numbers on the boards