[Intro: Mac & Soulja Slim]
Say Slim, look
What's happenin' wootay?
We gon' take this here all the way from the Magnolia across Clayborne
Do it like that
Do it
[Chorus: Mac]
Now can I ball, y'al,l or do they wanna see me crawl?
Man, fuck all y'all, if y'all was waitin' on my fall
Can I ball, niggas, or do they wanna see me crawl?
Man, fuck all y'all, if y'all was waitin' on my fall
[Verse 1: Mac]
To make this million I'm bound to left uptown to go get it
Once I get it, I'ma split it with those who I'm committed
Like who, my nigga Wop, my girl Storm, and the rest of my clique
Everybody else be on some, "Oh you ballin' now" (you ballin now)
Since you play me closer, I'ma get the toast, oh mark my word
Buck 'em, fuck 'em if they don't know what's happen my rap
If a nigga know me, he don't know me no more
Cause I don't hang in the same streets no more, I gotta condo
I lay low, chill, stay away from shit that get niggas killed
Call me fake, but my niggas'll say that's trill, fa shiggy
Funny how hoes be calling me jiggy now
Cause I got a little jingle, mingle with the finest and sport diamonds
When I was broke I was skinny and full of shit
Now it ain't nothin' for me to pull a bitch
I scratch off and I hear them hoes say he did that
Every bitch I fuck be sayin' I'm tryin' to have your kid Mac
I ain't with that
[Chorus: Mac]
Can I ball, y'all, or do they wanna see me crawl?
Man, fuck all y'all, if y'all was waitin' on my fall
Can I ball, y'all, or do they wanna see me craw?l
Man, fuck all y'all, if y'all was waitin' on my fall
[Verse 2: Soulja Slim]
I'ma try my best not to let these niggas bring me out there
They know you beefing with the Yo and the Melph, and them niggas don't care
Who they kill, I'm tryna be a millionaire, on the real
But I can't if I'm with that foolishness, so I'ma chill
And just pass through the projects that I used to roam in
Tote the black and the steel chrome, and holler at trill niggas like Jim Stone and
No more hangin', no more slangin' pearls and crack pieces
No more fuckin' dog bitches carryin' deadly diseases
They burn your dick off, givin' you aids through the rubber
I done settled down with a boss bitch, so now that's my lover
She down for a nigga
And when the situation gets heavy she lets loose rounds for a nigga
And if I don't come home she'll come blood hound for a nigga
That's the type of bitch I need, no drink, no smoke, no weed
Hoes label me a hot boy, cause I just come home and I don't get D'd
But I'm a boss baby, I like to floss baby
Can I ball y'all, can I ball?
[Chorus: Mac]
Now can I ball, y'all, or do they wanna see me crawl?
Man, fuck all y'all, if y'all was waitin' on my fall
Can I ball, y'all, or do they wanna see me crawl?
Man, fuck all y'all, if y'all was waitin' on my fall
[Verse 3: Mac]
Now Soulja Slim, my nigga, my nerve, my partner, my wootay
My round, my ace, my dog, I was down even when you was on that brown
You camouflaged uptown that was some shit to see
So when they locked you up I continue the legacy
Now all these niggas claiming Soulja is you 'bout that ball?
Would you die for me if a nigga pull up in that tinted car?
I think you niggas sittin' around waitin' on my fall
Let a nigga ball, nigga, let a nigga ball!
[Chorus: Mac]
Can I ball, y'all, or do they wanna see me crawl?
Man, fuck all y'all, if y'all was waitin' on my fall
Can I ball, niggas, or do they wanna see me crawl?
Fuck y'all niggas, ya heard me, woah!
[Outro: Soulja Slim & Mac]
Now y'all understand, now you understand, Mac-a-don and Soulja Slim in the process of B-O-O-C-ing, ballin' out of control
Bleedin' out of control nigga
Ya understand?
So uh look, I'ma tell these niggas like this here, we 'bout to go get these motherfuckin Rolexes shined up nigga and go get our chrome shined up and we gon' ball ya heard me
They ain't gon' like that they don't wanna hear no shit like that
They ain't gon' like that
But we ballin' out of control though
Bleedin' out of control, we doin' them niggas like that so fuck it