OMD lyrics

[Intro: Jay Lewis]
Young n*gga why you ball like this
They like, young n*gga why you ball like this
Why you ball like this
Why you, why you, why you ball like this
Why you, why you in the mall like this

[Chorus: Jay Lewis]
Young n*gga swagged out, I just ball like this
Blow a bag on my b*tch, hit the mall right quick
All my n*ggas band up, so they on my clique
And they see I'm on now so they on my di*k
Young n*gga swagged out, I just ball like this
Blow a bag on my b*tch, hit the mall right quick
All my n*ggas band up, so they on my clique
And they see I'm on now so they on my di*k

[Verse 1: Sherwood Marty]
I'm really ballin', I got these bad b*tches callin', they wanna jump in an Audi
Got me like aw sh*t, I gotta be cautious
They wanna have me in the morning like some coffee
But these b*tches out here sick, I ain't with coughing
The only thing they hear me sayin' is f*ck you pay me
I'm in the mall with my n*ggas and we goin' crazy
Check out my closet, I'm the sickest, I done spent like eighty
I'm on some presidential sh*t, I feel like Ronald Reagan
I know these n*ggas hatin', I know they want to take me
But they can't take me 'cause this pistol it ain't got no safety
And for to be the greatest, you gotta have patience
I got some patience, I'm dedicated, know I'ma make it
I can't get these dog hoes off of us
If I'm a sc*mbag what they callin' for?
If you can't spend it, what you ballin' for?
We tryna get it, n*gga all of us
[Chorus: Jay Lewis]
Young n*gga swagged out, I just ball like this
Blow a bag on my b*tch, hit the mall right quick
All my n*ggas band up, so they on my clique
And they see I'm on now so they on my di*k
Young n*gga swagged out, I just ball like this
Blow a bag on my b*tch, hit the mall right quick
All my n*ggas band up, so they on my clique
And they see I'm on now so they on my di*k

[Verse 2: Jay Lewis]
When I was young and broke them n*ggas tried to treat me like dirt
Now a n*gga drip in designer, play with me you get hurt
You could think a n*gga pretending, put your ass on a shirt
Them hoes be stalkin' a young n*gga, want me all in they skirt
Yeah, I'm deep in the trenches, know I keep it on me
n*ggas be pretending, b*tch you ain't my homie
I'm chasing the big bank, you chasin' them lame hoes
You know I be swaggin', you just wear the same clothes
I got all the new b*tches, you f*ck all the same hoes
Your pockets be empty, me I keep a bankroll
I ain't gotta lie to kick it, all I do is do me
Still will kick a n*gga's ass, call me Bruce Lee
They tried to slow a n*gga down but I'm turnt now
Told me to wait my time but it's my turn now
Jumped up in the game and I'm finessin' it
And every track I get on I be blessin' it
[Chorus: Jay Lewis]
Young n*gga swagged out, I just ball like this
Blow a bag on my b*tch, hit the mall right quick
All my n*ggas band up, so they on my clique
And they see I'm on now so they on my di*k
Young n*gga swagged out, I just ball like this
Blow a bag on my b*tch, hit the mall right quick
All my n*ggas band up, so they on my clique
And they see I'm on now so they on my di*k