Ballin’

That 9 to 5 aint right
 I wanna get the money, get the paper
 Doing the shit I like
 And be a boss baby be a boss bitch
 Don't need a nigga buy my own shit
 I wont stop until I get it get it
 Cause Imma hustla baby and Im wit it, wit it, wit it, wit it
 My own car my own ride
 No bus stop no curb side
 Stack the money so high that it reach heaven see that light
 That'll be tight
 Ballin' for the rest of my life
 The rest of my life
 Imma be ballin for the rest of my life
 Nigga that's right, Imma be ballin for the rest of my life
 Stack the money so high that it reach heaven see that light
 That'll be tight
 Imma be Ballin' for the rest of my life
 The rest of my life
 Imma be ballin for the rest of my life
 Nigga that's right, Imma be ballin for the rest of my life
 Such a beautiful sight
 Imma whip the yacht to the spot
 Hop on the chopper take flight
 Hold up
 Roll up and get hella bent
 Next day wake up and do it all again
 Cause I wont stop until I get I, get it
 Oh cause Imma hustla baby and I'm wit it, wit it, wit it, wit it
 My pockets swole my diamonds shine
 And I'm all about that dolla sign
 Bout bout that dolla sign eh, eh
 Cause I'm on the rise
 Mutha fuck you haters
 And if you on that shit then a hoe gon' slide
 Imma see you later
 Cause the hate gon' come and I ain't gon run
 Imma show yall fools
 Cause I'm bout my fee and I promise you
 This what I'm gon' do, This what I'm gon' do-o-o-ooh