[Chorus]Swoosh, I'm ballin'I don't know the fuck them niggas call itBut out here nigga we call it the waveOn my nigga shit you know we go retardedSo I'm like swoosh, bitch, I'm ballin'Like I don't know what none of ya'll call itBut baby I be gone in the mornin'So It's champagne and models in the mornin'[Verse 1]First of fuckin' all, I was tryna ballWord to Renny Penny countin' pennies at the jarStarter jacket raw, Gucci loafers, nahLearn to keep a secret, don't repeat what you sawFlames trappin' raw, goin' door to doorHammer in my bookbag, no respect for the lawBeamer for the car, but that's a '94And breaks didn't work, and we was still goin' hardBitch, I've been a star, I know I'm a starI've been Ghetto Lenny except without the guitarWe build the repoire, silk and cigarsAnd money comin' in, all hail to it, lord, nigga, much love[Pre-Chorus]Had her up and down, it's a mothafuckin' SundayWho, who the fuck gotta go to work Monday?Who, who, who gotta set their money up?Who? I really wish you little niggas let go[Chorus]Swoosh, I'm ballin'I don't know the fuck them niggas call itBut out here nigga we call it the waveOn my nigga shit you know we go retardedSo I'm like swoosh, bitch, I'm ballin'Like I don't know what none of ya'll call itBut baby I be gone in the mornin'So It's champagne and models in the mornin'[Verse 2]Ghetto Lenny, no guitar, ayyYou ever been to Bogotá? AyyI got a girl, oh, I forgot, ayyThis Diplomatico cigarShe like gold bottles, or whatever, so I buy it or whateverSo she try it or whatever, on a diet or whateverShe a model or whatever, she a model or whateverGot me spendin' like a nigga hit the lotto or whateverTrue[Pre-Chorus]Had her up and down, it's a mothafuckin' SundayWho, who the fuck gotta go to work Monday?Who, who, who gotta set their money up?Who? I really wish you little niggas let go[Chorus]Swoosh, I'm ballin'I don't know the fuck them niggas call itBut out here nigga we call it the waveOn my nigga shit you know we go retardedSo I'm like swoosh, bitch, I'm ballin'Like I don't know what none of ya'll call itBut baby I be gone in the mornin'So It's champagne and models in the mornin'
