D1 (feat. MDMA)
Don't start nothing lil bitch it won't be nothing
Stupid lil bitch think that she won
Don't call my phone when you need something
I know a treesh when I see one
I'm balling bitch I'm going D1
Now she watch me like a rerun
I'm balling bitch I'm going D1
I'm balling bitch I'm going D1
Im balling hard need a toupee
You balling hard April fools day
Im throwing money like a bouquet
Got em going up on a Tuesday
No Drake balling with the UK
All hundreds its the big blue way
Cuttin bitches off Sanosouke
Want me cuz I ball Kelly Oubre
These bitches be out here they looking for suckers but I already seen
Dame Dolla half court with a bucket that's how I'm balling
Kobe Bryant when he went to the Rucker I'm the man on the scene
This bitch on the bench she don't do nothing still tryna get a ring
They want me now cuz they see I'm up but she tryna act like she aint no that
I bring em through I get the head then send em home no we can't go out
Inspector Gadget they looking around tryna figure out where the bankroll at
These niggas mad cuz I run it up they tryna ball but they aint no how
Don't start nothing lil bitch it won't be nothing
Stupid lil bitch think that she won
Don't call my phone when you need something
I know a treesh when I see one
I'm balling bitch I'm going D1
Now she watch me like a rerun
I'm balling bitch I'm going D1
I'm balling bitch I'm going D1
Flex on a hoe might pull my muscle
Pass to the opps cuz the gang won't fuck you
Walk out with a dub and the same day dub you
Two lame hoes don't make no W
Bitch go hug the streets Molly mean he can't cuddle
Only rubbing you when I'm burning rubber
Tryna set me up bitch I ain't Chris Tucker
I'll light up this motherfucker
Tell her beat her feet before it be a royal rumble
I take the chip of the top that's just how that little cookie crumble
Can't fuck with no chicken head hoe Molly mean he forest gumping
Ima keep a air bag on a bitch cuz that's a crash dummy
Try to tell me I ain't call her up to VIP baby that's my last woman
I don't want I don't want you
If you catch me on the fly I'll fly right through
If you catch me court side I was at the sky view
Never catch me court side I been balling how about you
Don't start nothing lil bitch it won't be nothing
Stupid lil bitch think that she won
Don't call my phone when you need something
I know a treesh when I see one
I'm balling bitch I'm going D1
Now she watch me like a rerun
I'm balling bitch I'm going D1
I'm balling bitch I'm going D1
Stupid lil bitch think that she won
Don't call my phone when you need something
I know a treesh when I see one
I'm balling bitch I'm going D1
Now she watch me like a rerun
I'm balling bitch I'm going D1
I'm balling bitch I'm going D1
Im balling hard need a toupee
You balling hard April fools day
Im throwing money like a bouquet
Got em going up on a Tuesday
No Drake balling with the UK
All hundreds its the big blue way
Cuttin bitches off Sanosouke
Want me cuz I ball Kelly Oubre
These bitches be out here they looking for suckers but I already seen
Dame Dolla half court with a bucket that's how I'm balling
Kobe Bryant when he went to the Rucker I'm the man on the scene
This bitch on the bench she don't do nothing still tryna get a ring
They want me now cuz they see I'm up but she tryna act like she aint no that
I bring em through I get the head then send em home no we can't go out
Inspector Gadget they looking around tryna figure out where the bankroll at
These niggas mad cuz I run it up they tryna ball but they aint no how
Don't start nothing lil bitch it won't be nothing
Stupid lil bitch think that she won
Don't call my phone when you need something
I know a treesh when I see one
I'm balling bitch I'm going D1
Now she watch me like a rerun
I'm balling bitch I'm going D1
I'm balling bitch I'm going D1
Flex on a hoe might pull my muscle
Pass to the opps cuz the gang won't fuck you
Walk out with a dub and the same day dub you
Two lame hoes don't make no W
Bitch go hug the streets Molly mean he can't cuddle
Only rubbing you when I'm burning rubber
Tryna set me up bitch I ain't Chris Tucker
I'll light up this motherfucker
Tell her beat her feet before it be a royal rumble
I take the chip of the top that's just how that little cookie crumble
Can't fuck with no chicken head hoe Molly mean he forest gumping
Ima keep a air bag on a bitch cuz that's a crash dummy
Try to tell me I ain't call her up to VIP baby that's my last woman
I don't want I don't want you
If you catch me on the fly I'll fly right through
If you catch me court side I was at the sky view
Never catch me court side I been balling how about you
Don't start nothing lil bitch it won't be nothing
Stupid lil bitch think that she won
Don't call my phone when you need something
I know a treesh when I see one
I'm balling bitch I'm going D1
Now she watch me like a rerun
I'm balling bitch I'm going D1
I'm balling bitch I'm going D1
Credits
Writer(s): Tyrell Durham
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