Baller Boi (Like Kobe) lyrics

[Intro]
(If you not on that OTM sh*t then you a gay b*tch, 289Shawty is my n*gga, we tighter than a dreadlock, no kizzy)
Ooh, ooh, ooh

[Chorus]
Brand new lil' b*tch, I brought that out for a minute, yeah
I'ma go way harder once they tell me that I'm finished, yeah (Tell me that I'm finished)
Felt it all [?] once I got all my spinach, yeah (Got all my spinach)
(Level) Ballin' out game 7, n*ggas ballin' like its scrimmage, yeah
n*ggas think 'cause I'm a baller boy, I give hand outs like it's Christmas
b*tch, I'm Santa for these lil' b*tches, got my di*k on they wish list, yeah
Hated on me and doubted on me, now they wanna tune in and listen, for real
Should be in jail for all the beats I killed, I'm ballin' out [?], no will

[Post-Chorus]
Talkin' sh*t when you don't got no goals, type of sh*t that make me lose my chill
Lil' baller boy, I get high off the bills, I don't need to go pop no pills
Where I go, all I see is dollar signs, dollar signs (All I see is dollar signs)
n*gga mad 'cause his girl was always mine, always mine (Let's go)

[Verse 1]
All them times I was down bad, I ain't have nobody to help
Only me, so that's why I only care about myself, for real
I ain't from Chicago but lil' shorty want my drill, for real (For real)
Since '03 to 105, been that n*gga that wanted to grind
Been that n*gga that always tried, and I been that n*gga never [?]
[?], cuttin' n*ggas off, off of they vibe
This is what you gotta do to survive (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
[Chorus]
Brand new lil' b*tch, I brought that out for a minute, yeah
I'ma go way harder once they tell me that I'm finished, yeah (Tell me that I'm finished)
Felt it all [?] once I got all my spinach, yeah (Got all my spinach)
Ballin' out game 7, n*ggas ballin' like its scrimmage, yeah
n*ggas think 'cause I'm a baller boy, I give hand outs like it's Christmas
b*tch, I'm Santa for these lil' b*tches, got my di*k on they wish list, yeah
Hated on me and doubted on me, now they wanna tune in and listen, for real
Should be in jail for all the beats I killed, I'm ballin' out [?], no will

[Post-Chorus]
Talkin' sh*t when you don't got no goals, type of sh*t that make me lose my chill
Lil' baller boy, I get high off the bills, I don't need to go pop no pills
Where I go, all I see is dollar signs, dollar signs
n*gga mad 'cause his girl was always mine, always mine
(n*gga mad 'cause that girl was always mine)
(n*gga mad 'cause that girl was always mine, always mine)
(OTM, yeah)

[Verse 2]
I turned to a beast and I can't go back
I can't go back, yeah, my mind's on my racks
Or when I'm gon' smash
I don't do grindin' no fast
I want every bit of the last
Pull a half-court, that's cash
Full-court, that's cash
n*gga, everything gon' splash
I'm a muhf*cka' that's bad
Pass a b*tch like Steve Nash
(Where I go, all I see is dollar signs, dollar signs)
(Where I go, all I see is dollar signs, dollar signs)
I knew I was that n*gga the very second I came out that womb
Had to hit in the hallway, that b*tch can't see my room
And I'm shinin' bright like a star, lil' n*gga, my music is my proof, yeah
And I don't know if I can or I can't, n*gga, I refuse to lose
(Level) Ayo, baby, don't choose
[Chorus]
Brand new lil' b*tch, I brought that out for a minute, yeah
I'ma go way harder once they tell me that I'm finished, yeah (Tell me that I'm finished)
Felt it all [?] once I got all my spinach, yeah (Got all my spinach)
Ballin' out game 7, n*ggas ballin' like its scrimmage, yeah
n*ggas think 'cause I'm a baller boy, I give hand outs like it's Christmas
b*tch, I'm Santa for these lil' b*tches, got my di*k on they wish list, yeah
Hated on me and doubted on me, now they wanna tune in and listen, for real
Should be in jail for all the beats I killed, I'm ballin' out [?], no will