LikeMike

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah! Uh! Yeah! Yeah!

[Hook]
Don't open that door, you don't help with the rent
Bitch, don't worry what Ben Ballin' spent
Ben Ballin' stepped in, did it again
Slide through the A like "What up, twin?"
Don't hit a lick then go actin' funny
Auntie right there gon' package it for me
Slide through the hood thinkin' that they don't love me
Grind for this shit, they ain't take shit from me
Look like Shaq when I'm breakin' the glass
Sample the work, I'll double it back
Run down on who? They don't wanna do that
Your monеy ain't right, I could front you a pack
I get to wildin', a drac' in my hand
Scale in my pocket, can't fakе with the grams
Glock make 'em do a Jamaican dance
Dunkin' the work, Space Jam

[Verse 1]
Crack got the same shoes like Mike had
Ben Ballin', feel like Like Mike dad (Ben Ballin'!)
That nigga ain't tough, he not like that
Crackbag glued up, auntie bite that
Pistol whip with the Glock, he don't fight back
Little-ass Kia, I don't ride in that
Real testament like Plies back
Half a bundle, get a five-pack
Domestic price way I beat the bowl
Get off the porch, Unc need to go home
Nappy head nigga, he need him a comb
He gon' let the .30 off, leave him alone
Ran up more stairs than Sylvester Stallone
Dior belt and Dior cologne
I'm Radric Davis with two cellphones
Money rag slide through, [?]

[Hook]
Don't open that door, you don't help with the rent
Bitch, don't worry what Ben Ballin' spent
Ben Ballin' stepped in, did it again
Slide through the A like "What up, twin?"
Don't hit a lick then go actin' funny
Auntie right there gon' package it for me
Slide through the hood thinkin' that they don't love me
Grind for this shit, they ain't take shit from me
Look like Shaq when I'm breakin' the glass
Sample the work, I'll double it back
Run down on who? They don't wanna do that
Your money ain't right, I could front you a pack
I get to wildin', a drac' in my hand
Scale in my pocket, can't fake with the grams
Glock make 'em do a Jamaican dance
Dunkin' the work, Space Jam

[Verse 2]
Run around the yard, I had work
Niggas in jail, they straight pussy
Niggas doin' dishes for a couple cookies
Shoot at 12, they tryna book me
I'm a juug boy, how the juug boy gon' juug me?
Up the glick like a pro, not a rookie
My bitch from New Jersey, look like Snoopy
They used to treat me like The Wire Dookie
Get your jaw broke by some petty shit
In the kitchen with a Little Debbie wrist
With a sweater on like Freddie did
Tell a broke bitch get off that petty shit
Been the same way since she met the kid
I grind for this, I'mma flex the shit
She like, "Neph, did you get my messages?"
Need a e-pill, got a headache, bitch (for real)

[Hook]
Don't open that door, you don't help with the rent
Bitch, don't worry what Ben Ballin' spent
Ben Ballin' stepped in, did it again
Slide through the A like "What up, twin?"
Don't hit a lick then go actin' funny
Auntie right there gon' package it for me
Slide through the hood thinkin' that they don't love me
Grind for this shit, they ain't take shit from me
Look like Shaq when I'm breakin' the glass
Sample the work, I'll double it back
Run down on who? They don't wanna do that
Your money ain't right, I could front you a pack
I get to wildin', a drac' in my hand
Scale in my pocket, can't fake with the grams
Glock make 'em do a Jamaican dance
Dunkin' the work, Space Jam

[Outro]
Ben Ballin', consecutive, yeah, always ballin', yeah
Concurrently, consistently ballin', yeah, yeah bitch, Ben Ballin'