1200 Belly (Ft. Juicy J)

[Hook: Belly]
I know you probly think you're ballin' in the club
I'm ballin' every day, bitch I'm ballin' all my drugs
I spend a hundred stacks just to catch a fuckin' buzz
I'm ballin' every day, bitch I'm ballin' all my drugs
I'm ballin' all my drugs, we came in here 10 stacks strong
5000, 4000, 3000, go!
I'm talkin' 500 (gone)
400 (gone)
300 (gone)
Man, I feel that loud
I'm talkin' 500 (gone)
400 (gone)
300 (gone)
1200 in a row, hey

[Verse 1: Belly]
Getting money with them city boys
Fat fucker hitting hoes like a pretty boy
I swear these bitches got me losing weight
I might have to change my name like I'm tittie boy
Touchdown, I'm in the zone
I'm so retarded, I've been gone
I go in, you been home
It goes down, syndrome
Please excuse my demeanor
You know I lean by the liter
You know I'm all about numbers
3 hoes, 2 seater
Bitch is crashing on my couch, that's extended stacks
Molly all on the tongue, she's got expensive taste
2 stacks on the weed, she drive a Chevrolet
I pull on her hair just to see if her extensions stay
Ignoramus, bitch I'm famous
Let's see how far you can make it
Never thought you'd get this faded
This shit here is different, ain't it?
Hundred stacks, worth the mess for the damn pain
What the fuck's a couple racks worth of champagne