Str8 Ballin ScHoolboy Q (Ft. Jesse Rankins)

[Intro: ScHoolboy Q]
Uh, believe that
Yo
For real, yo (Uh, uh, uh)

[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]
Figured that I gotta sell dope or the money won't grow, uh
Figured I was too short and I could never turn pro, uh
You could tell I never had shit, but bet I get that eighty-grand wrist
Told me we could never get rich
Now watch me ride the Chevy, hit the switch
Straight ballin' like a bitch
Ayy, ridin' through the city on chrome (Come on)
Ghetto nigga out the sunroof, hey
Foreign keys, bitch, please, straight ballin' like a bitch
Flossin' in the mind
Stuntin' like the first, shufflin' the work
Uh, I done came from the dirt
Now the engine make the tire go skrrt
Used to sleep with roaches, crackhead uncle and all
Now a hundred thousand just an hour involved, hmm
So easy how I make a mil' flip
Snoop ain't the only rich Crip, nigga (Uh)
From sleepin' on Top's couch to multiple bank accounts
To havin' me a mall for a house, like
They tried to slim my chances as a kid, though
They always said I'd never make it big
Straight ballin' like a bitch