[Chorus: B.o.B]

Let 'em hate, 'cause I'm straight

I've been ballin' on these niggas all day, all day

They gon' have to call a nigga MJ, MJ

I've been ballin' on these niggas all day, all day (Yeah)

[Verse 1: B.o.B]

I'm hotter than a sauna, hotter than the summer

Throwin' shit down, call me California

Kush is my cologne, yeah, you know the aroma

I make the whole club open like a soda

I got hella haters, haters on my boner

'Cause I'm ballin' on these niggas quota after quota

Nowadays, everybody got some' to say

Like a fuckin' interviewer on the phoner

Where the girls with a good head on your shoulder?

When I'm on campus, show me your diploma

Good brains, good student

Go crazy, go stupid

It's me, Eastside bachelor

Kicked back kush'ed out to the maximum

Fly like traveler, high like a passenger

On purp', [?] on lavender

So I laugh as I pass you up

When you runnin' down the sideline

Niggas on the bench tryna grab at ya (Ha)

[Chorus: B.o.B]

Let 'em hate, 'cause I'm straight

I've been ballin' on these niggas all day, all day

They gon' have to call a nigga MJ, MJ

I've been ballin' on these niggas all day, all day

[Post-Chorus]

And you don't even know what I got

And you don't even know when this dropped

And you don't even know what I'm 'bout

You know, you know, you know it won't stop

[Verse 2: Nelly]

You talkin' money, you be callin' my name

You talk about flippin' money then you talkin' my game

You talk about gettin' money then we talkin' the same

You talk about small money then you talkin' it lame

I'm with that so mellow, whole 'nother level

I'm gonna tell her to get in the trunk, heavy metal

5.0, yeah, bag is little

Guess whose back, uh-oh, no riddle

Two bad bitches, guess whose in the middle

315, yeah, guess whose eatin' biddles?

Used to eat kibbles, but the this won't get it

If it don't come fully equipped then don't get it

The seats ain't leather my man then don't sit it

If you ain't got no rubbers on hand then don't hit it

Here what I tell ya man? Don't play with it

Nope, nope, don't play with it

I collect money like child support

I gotta get it 'cause I gotta pay child support

'Cause my baby momma think I'm at the slot machine

I like soccer moms, I'm on the soccer team

From the block to the board room

We can do it in the streets or in the court room

I put a hoop in the house, that's a court room

Now a nigga shootin' jumpers from the fourth room

[Chorus: B.o.B]

Let 'em hate, 'cause I'm straight

I've been ballin' on these niggas all day, all day

They gon' have to call a nigga MJ, MJ

I've been ballin' on these niggas all day, all day

[Post-Chorus]

And you don't even know what I got

And you don't even know when this dropped

And you don't even know what I'm 'bout

You know, you know, you know it won't stop

[Verse 3: B.o.B]

Drinks on us, freaks on dick, haters on hush

All eyes on us, everything you see the SUVs pull up

Down like that whenever we creep up

And we slide to the back and we stay linked up

Why the hell they hatin' on us?

I'm livin' my dream, don't wake me up

Ballin' so long, it's boring, ballin' so long, I'm yawnin'

Haulin' so long that I gotta let the flow cool off 'cause my feet just scorchin'

Anybody tryna get up on my level better have to feel misfortune

And you ain't never seen this [?]

You like, "Can anybody tell me where the door is?"

I will never ever ever have a shortage, 18 damn months been tourin'

And I don't ever see my house, my couch, or my bedroom set seems foreign

But I always knew there'd be bitterness

These niggas speak fluent gibberish

Life can be ridiculous

So I ball like this on these hypocrites

[Chorus: B.o.B]

Let 'em hate, 'cause I'm straight

I've been ballin' on these niggas all day, all day

They gon' have to call a nigga MJ, MJ

I've been ballin' on these niggas all day, all day

[Post-Chorus]

And you don't even know what I got

And you don't even know when this dropped

And you don't even know what I'm 'bout

You know, you know, you know it won't stop