[Intro: Jay Lewis]
Young nigga why you ball like this
They like, young nigga why you ball like this
Why you ball like this
Why you, why you, why you ball like this
Why you, why you in the mall like this
[Chorus: Jay Lewis]
Young nigga swagged out, I just ball like this
Blow a bag on my bitch, hit the mall right quick
All my niggas band up, so they on my clique
And they see I'm on now so they on my dick
Young nigga swagged out, I just ball like this
Blow a bag on my bitch, hit the mall right quick
All my niggas band up, so they on my clique
And they see I'm on now so they on my dick
[Verse 1: Sherwood Marty]
I'm really ballin', I got these bad bitches callin', they wanna jump in an Audi
Got me like aw shit, I gotta be cautious
They wanna have me in the morning like some coffee
But these bitches out here sick, I ain't with coughing
The only thing they hear me sayin' is fuck you pay me
I'm in the mall with my niggas and we goin' crazy
Check out my closet, I'm the sickest, I done spent like eighty
I'm on some presidential shit, I feel like Ronald Reagan
I know these niggas hatin', I know they want to take me
But they can't take me 'cause this pistol it ain't got no safety
And for to be the greatest, you gotta have patience
I got some patience, I'm dedicated, know I'ma make it
I can't get these dog hoes off of us
If I'm a scumbag what they callin' for?
If you can't spend it, what you ballin' for?
We tryna get it, nigga all of us
[Chorus: Jay Lewis]
Young nigga swagged out, I just ball like this
Blow a bag on my bitch, hit the mall right quick
All my niggas band up, so they on my clique
And they see I'm on now so they on my dick
Young nigga swagged out, I just ball like this
Blow a bag on my bitch, hit the mall right quick
All my niggas band up, so they on my clique
And they see I'm on now so they on my dick
[Verse 2: Jay Lewis]
When I was young and broke them niggas tried to treat me like dirt
Now a nigga drip in designer, play with me you get hurt
You could think a nigga pretending, put your ass on a shirt
Them hoes be stalkin' a young nigga, want me all in they skirt
Yeah, I'm deep in the trenches, know I keep it on me
Niggas be pretending, bitch you ain't my homie
I'm chasing the big bank, you chasin' them lame hoes
You know I be swaggin', you just wear the same clothes
I got all the new bitches, you fuck all the same hoes
Your pockets be empty, me I keep a bankroll
I ain't gotta lie to kick it, all I do is do me
Still will kick a nigga's ass, call me Bruce Lee
They tried to slow a nigga down but I'm turnt now
Told me to wait my time but it's my turn now
Jumped up in the game and I'm finessin' it
And every track I get on I be blessin' it
[Chorus: Jay Lewis]
Young nigga swagged out, I just ball like this
Blow a bag on my bitch, hit the mall right quick
All my niggas band up, so they on my clique
And they see I'm on now so they on my dick
Young nigga swagged out, I just ball like this
Blow a bag on my bitch, hit the mall right quick
All my niggas band up, so they on my clique
And they see I'm on now so they on my dick
OMD was written by Jay Lewis & Sherwood Marty.