Troy Ave Ballin Hard
The comeback feel so much better than the come up
Aye, bmf
Free the whole mob till it's nobody left
Free Ramadan, that's my dog to the death
Ballin' so hard I got a tec and a ref
My money made her wet, bmf
Free the f..ckin' mob till it's nobody left
Free Ramadan, that's my dog to the death
Ballin' so hard I got a tec and a ref
My money made her wet
Lambos, Bentleys
And drop-top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces
All white snow business, bricks built a fortress
Shop with the bosses in iced-out crosses
Street money, deep money, goin' corporate
Might as well movin' more work than a office
A fortune 500 be a shipment of raw bricks
Dope boys profit always outweigh the losses
Aye, bmf
Free the whole mob till it's nobody left
Free Ramadan, that's my dog to the death
Ballin' so hard I got a tec and a ref
My money made her wet, bmf
Free the f..ckin' mob till it's nobody left
Free Ramadan, that's my dog to the death
Ballin' so hard I got a tec and a ref
My money made her wet
Got it for the low, droughtin' but we pourin'
Wayne made it rain, mob came, it was stormin'
Throw away the phones but the money keeps callin'
Feds tappin' in, tryna lock us up for ballin'
Shoulder bounce, ooh, bounce in a foreign
From the Motor City but we known in the New Orleans
From Cali to New York, St. Louis to Atlanta
When we in ya town hoes swear they seen Santa
50 boy from the hole ed started up
Shinin' like new money, heavy traffic, foreigns parked up
Movin' like some brothers, family business, powder product
Come and get ya teeth in somethin', baby, it's the mob, what!
Aye, bmf
Free the whole mob till it's nobody left
Free Ramadan, that's my dog to the death
Ballin' so hard I got a tec and a ref
My money made her wet, bmf
Free the f..ckin' mob till it's nobody left
Free Ramadan, that's my dog to the death
Ballin' so hard I got a tec and a ref
My money made her wet
