BoB - MJ Lyrics

Let em hate cuz I'm straight
I've been ballin on these niggas all day
All day
They gonna have to call a nigga MJ, MJ
I've been ballin on these niggas all day
All day

I'm hotter than a sauna
Hotter than the summer
Throwin shit down, call me California
Kush is my cologne yeah you know the aroma
I make the whole club open like a soda
I got hella haters, haters on my boner
Cuz I'm ballin on these
Niggas quota after quota
Nowadays everybody got something to say
Like a f*ckin interviewer on the phoner
Where the girls with a good
Head on your shoulder
When I'm on campus show me your diploma
Good brains, good student
Go crazy, go stupid
It's me east side bachelor
Kicked back kush'ed out to the maximum
Fly like traveler, high like a passenger
On purp, on lavender
So I laugh as I pass you up
When you running down the sideline
Niggas on the bench trying to grab at ya
Let em hate cuz I'm straight
I've been ballin on these niggas all day
All day
They gonna have to call a nigga MJ, MJ
I've been ballin on these niggas all day
All day
And you know don't even know what I got
And you don't even know when this dropped
And you don't even know what I'm about
You know, you know, you know it won't stop

You talking about money than
You calling my name
You talking about flipping money than
You talking my game
You talk about gettin money than
We talking the same
You talk about small money than
You talking it lame
I'm with that so mellow, whole other level
I'm gunna tell her to get in the trunk
Heavy metal 50 yeah bag is little
Guess whose back uh huh no riddle
Two bad bitches guess whose in the middle
315 yeah guess whose eating biddles?
Used to eat kibbles, but the dis won't get it
If it don't come fully equipped
Then don't get it
The seats ain't leather my man
Then don't sit it
If you ain't got no rubbers on
Hand then don't hit it
Here what I tell ya man? don't play with it
Nope nope don't play with it
I collect money like child support
I gotta get it cus I gotta pay child support
Cus my baby momma think I'm
At the slot machine
I like soccer moms I'm on the soccer team
From the block to the board room
We can do it in the streets
Or in the court room
I put a hoop in the house that's a court room
Now a nigga shootin jumpers
From the fourth room


Drinks on us, freaks on dick, haters on hush
All eyes on us everything you
See the Suvs pull up
Down like that whenever we creep up
And we slide to the back
And we stay linked up
Why the hell they hating on us
I'm living my dream don't wake me up
Ballin so long It's boring
Ballin so long I'm yawning
Haulin so long that I gotta let the
Flow cool off cus my feet just scorching
Anybody trying to get up on my
Level better have to feel misfortune
And you ain't never seen this brooke
You like "can anybody tell me
Where the door is?"
I will never ever ever have a shortage
18 damn months been touring
And I don't ever see my house, my couch
Or my bedroom set seems foreign
But I always knew there'd be bitterness
These niggas speak fluent gibberish
Life can be ridiculous
So I ball like this on these hypocrites