[intro:Yung Heir](x2)
b*tch I'm ballin' like a mothaf*cka(x3)
PTS that is my squad we ballin like no Otha
[Hook:Yung Heir](x2)
b*tch I'm ballin' like a mothaf*cka(x3)
PTS that is my squad we ballin like no Otha
[Verse 1: Yung Heir]
Imma boss you better know n*gga
I pop tags never look at figures
My old b*tch ya new b*tch
And thats karma so yeah you get her
Man I'm grindin' like a mothaf*cka
Don't you ever get it twisted n*gga
My flex on four seasons
And my ballin never had a digit
I'm on a roll the green the says go
The cameras is flashin' the razzi want more
I jump out my whip to give em Flick
Old b*tches approach me so now I must dip
She talkin' that sh*t sayin' lookin at his wrist
You hoe n*ggas schemin' my n*ggas got clips
We some gorillas you n*ggas is chimps
Step to the boss and you get yo ass zipped
Talkin' down get that body bag
Boy that means yo toes tagged
Talk foreign I talk back
Nah n*gga you ain't had that
I push Buttons that throw me back
I throw cash where it land at
Over there n*gga where the fans at
I'm MVP check the stats n*gga
[Hook:Yung Heir](x2)
b*tch I'm ballin' like a mothaf*cka(x3)
PTS that is my squad we ballin like no Otha
[Verse 2: Ray Jr.]
Young n*gga ballin'
Check my mothaf*ckin' stats hoe
Got ya b*tch on a new wave
She in love with my back stroke
New shoes out of bonnas
New whip that's a benzo
Put ya butch in a [?]
You had her in a pinto
Butter sauce my seats fool
Dark shades I don't see fools
Condo on the beach
Me and my n*ggas we the beach crew
[?] jag on these n*ggas
Poppin tags on these n*ggas
[?] drive with my young thing
I be burkin baggin' my b*tches
Ec legend you got to respect it
My b*tch on that syrup
I met her in Texas
Legit paper balls
n*ggas play some D
You lookin' for ya b*tch
n*gga she with me
[Hook:Yung Heir](x2)
b*tch I'm ballin' like a mothaf*cka(x3)
PTS that is my squad we ballin like no Otha
[Outro]
Yeah that's right you heard us
This PTS mothaf*ckas
Go run,tell all yo
Mothaf*ckin' friends
We ballin' b*tches