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

[Chorus]
Brand new lil' bitch, 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***as ballin' like its scrimmage, yeah
N***as think 'cause I'm a baller boy, I give hand outs like it's Christmas
Bitch, I'm Santa for these lil' bitches, got my dick 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' shit when you don't got no goals, type of shit 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***a 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***a that wanted to grind
Been that n***a that always tried, and I been that n***a never [?]
[?], cuttin' n***as off, off of they vibe
This is what you gotta do to survive (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
[Chorus]
Brand new lil' bitch, 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***as ballin' like its scrimmage, yeah
N***as think 'cause I'm a baller boy, I give hand outs like it's Christmas
Bitch, I'm Santa for these lil' bitches, got my dick 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' shit when you don't got no goals, type of shit 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***a mad 'cause his girl was always mine, always mine
(N***a mad 'cause that girl was always mine)
(N***a 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***a, everything gon' splash
I'm a muhfucka' that's bad
Pass a bitch 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***a the very second I came out that womb
Had to hit in the hallway, that bitch can't see my room
And I'm shinin' bright like a star, lil' n***a, my music is my proof, yeah
And I don't know if I can or I can't, n***a, I refuse to lose
(Level) Ayo, baby, don't choose
[Chorus]
Brand new lil' bitch, 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***as ballin' like its scrimmage, yeah
N***as think 'cause I'm a baller boy, I give hand outs like it's Christmas
Bitch, I'm Santa for these lil' bitches, got my dick 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