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[Intro] Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah! Uh! Yeah! Yeah! [Hook] Don't open that door, you don't help with the rent Bitch, don't worry what Ben Ballin' spent Ben Ballin' stepped in, did it again Slide through the A like "What up, twin?" Don't hit a lick then go actin' funny Auntie right there gon' package it for me Slide through the hood thinkin' that they don't love me Grind for this shit, they ain't take shit from me Look like Shaq when I'm breakin' the glass Sample the work, I'll double it back Run down on who? They don't wanna do that Your monеy ain't right, I could front you a pack I get to wildin', a drac' in my hand Scale in my pocket, can't fakе with the grams Glock make 'em do a Jamaican dance Dunkin' the work, Space Jam [Verse 1] Crack got the same shoes like Mike had Ben Ballin', feel like Like Mike dad (Ben Ballin'!) That nigga ain't tough, he not like that Crackbag glued up, auntie bite that Pistol whip with the Glock, he don't fight back Little-ass Kia, I don't ride in that Real testament like Plies back Half a bundle, get a five-pack Domestic price way I beat the bowl Get off the porch, Unc need to go home Nappy head nigga, he need him a comb He gon' let the .30 off, leave him alone Ran up more stairs than Sylvester Stallone Dior belt and Dior cologne I'm Radric Davis with two cellphones Money rag slide through, [?] [Hook] Don't open that door, you don't help with the rent Bitch, don't worry what Ben Ballin' spent Ben Ballin' stepped in, did it again Slide through the A like "What up, twin?" Don't hit a lick then go actin' funny Auntie right there gon' package it for me Slide through the hood thinkin' that they don't love me Grind for this shit, they ain't take shit from me Look like Shaq when I'm breakin' the glass Sample the work, I'll double it back Run down on who? They don't wanna do that Your money ain't right, I could front you a pack I get to wildin', a drac' in my hand Scale in my pocket, can't fake with the grams Glock make 'em do a Jamaican dance Dunkin' the work, Space Jam [Verse 2] Run around the yard, I had work Niggas in jail, they straight pussy Niggas doin' dishes for a couple cookies Shoot at 12, they tryna book me I'm a juug boy, how the juug boy gon' juug me? Up the glick like a pro, not a rookie My bitch from New Jersey, look like Snoopy They used to treat me like The Wire Dookie Get your jaw broke by some petty shit In the kitchen with a Little Debbie wrist With a sweater on like Freddie did Tell a broke bitch get off that petty shit Been the same way since she met the kid I grind for this, I'mma flex the shit She like, "Neph, did you get my messages?" Need a e-pill, got a headache, bitch (for real) [Hook] Don't open that door, you don't help with the rent Bitch, don't worry what Ben Ballin' spent Ben Ballin' stepped in, did it again Slide through the A like "What up, twin?" Don't hit a lick then go actin' funny Auntie right there gon' package it for me Slide through the hood thinkin' that they don't love me Grind for this shit, they ain't take shit from me Look like Shaq when I'm breakin' the glass Sample the work, I'll double it back Run down on who? They don't wanna do that Your money ain't right, I could front you a pack I get to wildin', a drac' in my hand Scale in my pocket, can't fake with the grams Glock make 'em do a Jamaican dance Dunkin' the work, Space Jam [Outro] Ben Ballin', consecutive, yeah, always ballin', yeah Concurrently, consistently ballin', yeah, yeah bitch, Ben Ballin'