I go by the name Lil Flip, I'm in here with my dawg, Roy Jones Jr.Ha, you know how we do it.Ain't too many people ballin' like us, friends.You know how we do it, man.Ain't too many people ballin' like us.Ha, you know how we do it, man.Ain't too many people ballin' like us, man.I go by the name Lil Flip, I'm in here with my dawg, Roy Jones Jr.We makin' this money, man, that's what it's about.They can't make no money, man, I don't think you need to be talkin' to us, man.There's more money to make, baby, check me out.Got, got, came from nothin', I was broke as hell.I had three eyes, sports, sports, rapper, jail.But now we doin' good, yep, I'm still in the hood.I still ride panty paint, I still grip on the wood.Helpin', helpin' Bun B, I'm choppin' on blades.I got a three-story home with two butlers and one maid.You know I gotta stay paid, cause I love money, more cash than Doug's bunny.You can't take nothin' from me.It's wrapped, wrapped up, and you'll get clapped up.Take that, while I'm doin' 85 in the Maybach.So stay back, cause we about our chips.It's Roy Jones and Lil Flip, Lil Flip, Flip.We rollin' tight whips on 20, twin, twin.So watch these 40 whales when they spin and spin, spin.Trio, trio, last nigga, I'm a top ten seller.Trio, last nigga, I'm a top ten seller.Trio, last nigga, I'm a top ten seller.They nuttin' up in the drop bin, jella, I'm a rich fella.I make nothin' but hits, fella.I'm wakin' late, bakin' eggs and grits, fella.And we love to spend 20 G's in a mile.Cause this, this, this is the way we ball.This is the time, it ain't me.Sittin' with the 20 X-Frames, it ain't me.Like a demolition upgrade, it ain't me.Nope, no sir, no ma'am, but let me tell you what I am.Let me tell you what I am.I'm a baller.That's what I am, baby, a baller.What am I, tell me, yeah.Yes sir, yes ma'am.If I'm clean for my week, the rest will have to wait.I got a house that's stretched across 300 acres.It's the same size as the Staples Center for the Lakers.I got a court so a Shaq won't play.He can come to my crib and we can do it my way.A hearty, hearty that I rent, I ain't even show.I'm a take a road trip to the East Coast and holler at home.I'm a baller, baller, ballers, my peers are top notch.We toss ourselves up, don't know how to cock block.Shaq, Shaq, my road dog, we push them whips hard.We got, we got cake, *** them cops.We break laws, I break jaws.Me and Flip, we break broad.We pimp, we pimp, you don't watch yourself.We take drones, pimp, pimp, you don't watch yourself.We take drones, pimp, pimp, you don't watch yourself.We take drones.I got bread, big bread, know my hands hot.Hundred and eighty-five, but bigger than Sasquatch.B-B-A-L-L-E-R.Baller, baller, acting out, doing donuts in my Ferrari.Ain't no signing A-B.Said, oh, Mr. Gordon, it's crazy A-B.I could do a list and I'm quiet at A-B.No, no, sir, no, no.Well, let me tell you what I've heard.Baller, baller, baller, baller.Let's get out here, baby.Baller, baller, baller, baller.Water will flower, baby.Baller, baller, baller, baller.I could do a list and I'm quiet at A-B.No, no, sir, no, no.Well, let me tell you what I've heard.Baller, baller, baller, baller.Let's get out here, baby.Baller, baller, baller, baller.Water will flower, baby.No, no, sir, no, no.Well, let me tell you what I've heard.Baller, baller, baller, baller.I could do a list and I'm quiet at A-B.No, no, sir, no, no.Well, let me tell you what I've heard.Baller, baller, baller, baller.