[Intro]

It's ya birthday, yeah

Happy birthday, what else?

It's ya birthday

Believe that, Shakedown

[Verse]

More champagne, please

More sour by the oz

More bad bitches, you better let 'em through

This the party of the year

I've been tellin' you, Shakedown

Money spenders, vintage 'lo sweaters

Brooklyn niggas, well known go-getters

Good wine, and Louie luggage

Corporate dimes love it, how the mafia thug it

I mean

I'm reportin' from the hood, miss

No Oprah money

But guess what I'm hood rich, believe that

Chi-town, fuck with ya guy a lot now

I'm the skipper, so I'm fuckin' on the yacht, aaowww

Killin' 'em since '02

Sendin' work down south, call it soul food

Come to my city

And hell yeah, I be the go to

Boss up on those hoes like I'm supposed to, yeah

Me and Diddy, worldwide tourin'

So now y'all know why my designer's foreign

If the haters wan' hate, let the haters hate

But if they wan' get some money, sell them hater's weight

Ball hard like D. Rose

And you bustas stop payin' for them free hoes

Fuckin the game up

Too much bakin' soda, fuckin' the 'caine up

Make a nigga wanna go dump my chamber

Brrrrraaah, take that bitch

In the streets, I make the money do back flips

Wallah, I'm just livin' that Miami life

4, 5, 6, my kind of dice

Fuck on them broads

They come back like good coke

That's my West coast bitch, she got good throat

Huh, I feel like I got wings on

All the hottest models say they got me on their ringtone

[Chorus]

And I just keep it thorough, yeah

So the hood fuck with me

Keep ballin', ballin', ballin'

And I just keep it thorough, yeah

So the hood fuck with me

Keep ballin', ballin', ballin'