MJ

[Pre-Hook: B.o.B] 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 [Verse 1: B.o.B] 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 fuckin 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 [Hook: B.o.B] 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 [Verse 2: Nelly] 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 5.0 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: B.o.B] 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 [Hook]