[Hook]

Pull up on you, blowing on that loud thing

Then do whatever Mr. Cho bring

You brought them hatin niggas that’s been doubtin me

The money stack it up – it look like Yao Ming

Yao Ming, Yao Ming

These bitches wanna fuck, get on like Yao Ming

Yao Ming, Yao Ming

The money stack it up – it look like Yao Ming

[Verse]

I keep the bands on my wrist, half a mill on my bitch

She droppin gin to sag on my shit, foreign hoes all on my dick

Fuckin law, I could play for a fuckin case

I could play for it, 200 pounds a day

Nigga all them boys fuckin pay for it

Big titties, fake booty

Got a big dick, bitch get to it

You nigga minds I influence

DT, they tattooed

I got DD on drone

Cubans pour it in my cup

Cuban kush all in my lungs

We clean and play for the chrome

Don’t say love like I want, I wanna look at my charm

I’m stretching like Yao Ming, always my money long

As I took to Milan but I was on it else a phone

Cuz my paper like Yao Ming, these niggas just putting on

For real

[Hook]

Pull up on you, blowing on that loud thing

Then do whatever Mr. Cho bring

You brought them hatin niggas that’s been doubtin me

The money stack it up – it look like Yao Ming

Yao Ming, Yao Ming

These bitches wanna fuck, get on like Yao Ming

Yao Ming, Yao Ming

The money stack it up – it look like Yao Ming

[Verse]

Okay I stand tall with that China white, uh call that Yao Ming

I don’t fuck with these pussy niggas

They all singing like Al Green

We well respected, well connected

My money long and my cars clean

Gold rimes in my Aston Martin

No rollin bitch cuz my cars clean

New Lamborghini but it’s go slow

That bullshit you think it won’t work

I’m on Chi Twon, meet my nigga dirt

Nigga run up on me wrong

Pussy nigga get murked, bang bang nigga

White bricks duckin from the chain gang nigga

Cock back, head shot, playin HAM nigga

Same weed, brain finger, main thing nigga

Keep it real, can’t tell me they ain’t gang niggas

Black masks, we ain’t never gangbang nigga

Matt Black coming through the love lane nigga

You a ball playin in the shots game nigga

F then, straight through yo best game nigga

Hold up, let me slow it down for these fuck boys

We loud, joint loud, we make enough noise

[Hook]

Pull up on you, blowing on that loud thing

Then do whatever Mr. Cho bring

You brought them hatin niggas that’s been doubtin me

The money stack it up – it look like Yao Ming

Yao Ming, Yao Ming

These bitches wanna fuck, get on like Yao Ming

Yao Ming, Yao Ming

The money stack it up – it look like Yao Ming

[Verse]

Must be Fat Trel, Alley Boy, Louie V Mob

Alley Boy took big bank that the Sosa at 6, little Biggie duct tape em all

50000 at home

‘cause yo girl chasin on my stomach

Slowly you gon probably he’ll do nothing

Hit him one thing, he screw with my number

Runnin too long but I’m showin no pity

A Town gun, bitch this my city

Jordan blowed, she ate my steak

Home of the brave, nigga fuck yo city

Alley Boy a gold mine, I’mma go with this child

Nigga got me in the dirt

With all these DT’s in they face and all the LV’s on my shirt

Money long like Yao Ming, there’s the chain, there’s no green

Best K4, there ain’t no lean

To a fuck nigga there ain’t no team

My paper talkin, my tape dogs

2 puffs on, you outlaw

Pray you beat me, hand choppa

50 rounds, face off

[Hook]

Pull up on you, blowing on that loud thing

Then do whatever Mr. Cho bring

You brought them hatin niggas that’s been doubtin me

The money stack it up – it look like Yao Ming