[Hook: 50 Cent]. Until God calls for me I'mma keep ballin' keep on ballin'. To my niggas and my bitches looking down on me. I know y'all see me when I'm ballin'. You know I got to keep ballin'. Till the Feds come we ballin' out. Y'all niggas y'all know what this about when I'm ballin'. That stash house we in and out. We ballin' ballin' ballin' we shot callin'. . [Verse 1: Tony Yayo]. Versace down from my head to my neck. Pootie Tang with the belt game show some respect. All these bitches on my dick same old shit. R. I. P. to Pimp C I'm the same old pimp. Fly over seven different time zones. I got a big booty bitch up in shroom zone. Got emergency blunts when I come home. Cause if rap or weed I'll have your lungs gone. Yeah Malibu beaches unlaced bikini bottoms. Mo' money mo' problems fo' fo' will solve 'em. Just every day I'm with a stank sip 30 in the clip. Riding through that Gaza Strip kill a nigga quick. Hit a nigga with my race car Tony Yayo turn to Tony Stewart. Rap niggas die over music. . [Verse 2: Young Buck]. Just got this brand new chopper and I'm dying to use it. Dry snitching niggas testifying in their music. I seen niggas last five minutes then they lose it. Wrap the sheet around his neck he said "this time I couldn't do it". A platinum nigga in the penitentiary going "do it". Put Prada on the prison yard started getting to it. Two zero's six six nine 'o seven five. That's the number that they gave me when I arrived. It's just another form of slavery that's in disguise. To all my niggas locked up just trying to survive I know why. . [Hook]. . [Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]. I'm yelling money over bitches money over everything. Money got me everything every watch every chain. Every brick every whip kicks with designer names. I used to hustle Texas whose child I can claim. Paid all my mama's bills so how can she complain?. Call my bitches dimes I treat 'em like loose change. Call me Brian in the clutch ballin' with my English brain. No love got it out the mud my shirt ain't got a stain. Iced out Rollie three fingers reppin' Rida Gang. Entire streets in the streets so them hoes know I came. . [Verse 4: Lloyd Banks]. Ballin' on these hoes all the time. You got your kids don't need mine. Word to my favorite design my mama raised me to shine. These C-notes play in my mind they on rewind. I am top five alive I've been picked out by God. I'm never not on my job too hard to argue that. Shining my records like "where's my target at? ". Came through your stereo feel me charging back. I owe you 15 bums for that. Stains in the garden hate when they all go black. Cracks in the armor this reach further than rap. Before we start react mob attack. Stacks or don't call me rain down 'til nobody standing. Won't show no snipe for your army. . [Hook]