Basketball Baby Smoove

[Intro]
[Non-Lyrical Vocals]

[Chorus]
I got big money, if I stand on it I'm 9'8
One rule with my bitches, my way or the highway
I bet you when I hit the gas the backend gon' swing sideways
A hundread K to build this car, I gotta have it my way
Just diamonds and Diors, I wear 'em untied
She want me to herself, that drink is all mine
I'm a young rich bastard speeding through stop signs
You be like "Why the basketball?", I said bitch, I'm franchise

[Verse]
Boy, you ain't that stupid, use your head before you shoot
Ain't no cable at grandma's, I was watching Judge Judy
I don't like bitches with that fake hard booty
My shoes be Dior, Gucci, or I'm wearing Newbies
I don't carry change, I'll never change
Got a pistol in this chopper, in this car I'm still the same
I still'll flip the clip around, fa-fa, with the K
Hit that boy from half the block, long range like I'm Damian
I wonder why she saying she don't look at me the same
It's prolly 'cause I'm rich and made something out my name
When that nigga know he wrong, he always tryna explain
I don't really give a fuck about you or what you say
I'll fucking leave, I ain't tryna get acquainted
I was cheating on her way before I got famous
I was a kid shooting free-throws, now I'm long ranging
Boy I know you broke as hell, you ain't dealing with Nathan