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(feat. Lucky L) [Intro:] I'm the money bag boy, I'm the money bag boy [Chorus: x2] Ballin is the code, ballin, ballin is the code Ballin is the code, ballin, ballin is the code I'm the money bag boy, I'm the money bag boy I'm the money bag boy, I'm the money bag boy [Yung Bam:] Check Gettin money, that's all a nigga know I was raised in the city where ballin is the code Ridin on 6's, some ridin on 4's We some ballers over here, you could tell by our clothes Money on my mind, no waste of time Same clothes as last night, still on the grind Ain't nobody givin shit so, I'm a take mine I ain't tryna be like them niggas with the fake shines I spend money like it's nothin, lose bills like buttons I'm a baller, I ain't even frontin Saggin down the ave in a candy red lac And my sound system by itself, costed a stack Got money in the bank, got money on me SongtexteDon't nobody on the block got nothin on me Heres a couple stacks homie, you could have that You ain't even gotta give it back, just know that [Chorus x2] [Too Much:] Too Much I Am Who the man, rhetoricle question hoe If it's less than a stack, it's unacceptable Pluto reptable And the fact that I stay iced, just adds the spice like oregano Just thought I'd let you know I'm a straight trooper Only cat hangin with me is mr. cooper I got money bags, and my honey bad In a race for that paper, ain't tryna come in last So interfere while I'm tryna get dough Then I'm in your spot like bruh man from the 5th floor Ridin with my ken folk, chillin where them thugs at In the hood, where I'm looked up to by them young cats It's them paper stacks, what they dyin for Niggas pitchin, tryna win the cy award And that's what it be I'm a money bag b, and I come from that street where [Chorus x2] [Lucky L:] Boss to the bone, young and thuggin like bizzy Don't stare at the stones, cause the shine will make you dizzy Talk real slick, get spins like frisbees New 100 bills, man my cream so crispy Hoes tuggin on me, sheesh, just beggin for the d I could make it rain a sea, til they drown in this beach Ballin is the code, money, power and brauds Place your up on my fresh, disregard the odds Took my fly to a level, that defied the gods It go chain, watch, bracelet just threw it a lob Earrings yellow like corn on the cob My lap met her face, she responded with nods I shuffle these bitches like giant ipods Never pay for her drinks, I'm a ballin tigthwad Just be floatin on these hoes, they call me elroy Get your money up baby, I'm the money bag boy [Chorus x2] Aus Songtexte Mania