MJ

Lyrics

[Chorus: B.o.B] Let 'em hate, 'cause I'm straight I've been ballin' on these niggas all day, all day They gon' have to call a nigga MJ, MJ I've been ballin' on these niggas all day, all day (Yeah) [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 'Cause I'm ballin' on these niggas quota after quota Nowadays, everybody got some' 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, Eastside 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 runnin' down the sideline Niggas on the bench tryna grab at ya (Ha) [Chorus: B.o.B] Let 'em hate, 'cause I'm straight I've been ballin' on these niggas all day, all day They gon' have to call a nigga MJ, MJ I've been ballin' on these niggas all day, all day [Post-Chorus] And you 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 'bout You know, you know, you know it won't stop [Verse 2: Nelly] You talkin' money, you be callin' my name You talk about flippin' money then you talkin' my game You talk about gettin' money then we talkin' the same You talk about small money then you talkin' it lame I'm with that so mellow, whole 'nother level I'm gonna tell her to get in the trunk, heavy metal 5.0, yeah, bag is little Guess whose back, uh-oh, no riddle Two bad bitches, guess whose in the middle 315, yeah, guess whose eatin' biddles? Used to eat kibbles, but the this 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 'cause I gotta pay child support 'Cause 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 [Chorus: B.o.B] Let 'em hate, 'cause I'm straight I've been ballin' on these niggas all day, all day They gon' have to call a nigga MJ, MJ I've been ballin' on these niggas all day, all day [Post-Chorus] And you 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 'bout You know, you know, you know it won't stop [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 hatin' on us? I'm livin' my dream, don't wake me up Ballin' so long, it's boring, ballin' so long, I'm yawnin' Haulin' so long that I gotta let the flow cool off 'cause my feet just scorchin' Anybody tryna get up on my level better have to feel misfortune And you ain't never seen this [?] You like, "Can anybody tell me where the door is?" I will never ever ever have a shortage, 18 damn months been tourin' 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 [Chorus: B.o.B] Let 'em hate, 'cause I'm straight I've been ballin' on these niggas all day, all day They gon' have to call a nigga MJ, MJ I've been ballin' on these niggas all day, all day [Post-Chorus] And you 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 'bout You know, you know, you know it won't stop