Numbers on the Boards

[Intro] (Yeah) How you feelin'? (Fine) You feel alright? [Verse 1] I'm so bossy, bitch, get off me (Yeah) It's a different jingle when you hear these car keys (Y'all feel like danc—) Your SL's missin' an S, nigga (Y'all feel like danc—) Your plane's missin' a chef The common theme, see, they both got wings If you fly, do it to death It's only one God, and it's only one crown So it's only one king that can stand on this mound (Yeah) King Push, kingpin, overlord Coast Guard come, a hundred goin' overboard (Yeah) I got money with the best of 'em Go blow-for-blow with any Mexican Don't let your side bitches settle in Might have to headbutt your Evelyn Ballers, I put numbers on the boards Hard to get a handle on this double-edged sword Whether rappin' or I'm rappin' to a whore Might reach back and relapse to wrappin' up this raw (Y'all feel like danc—) Givenchy fittin' like it's gym clothes We really gym stars, I'm like D. Rose No D-League, I'm like this close '88 Jordan, leapin' from the free-throw (Yeah) [Chorus] Ballers, I put numbers on the boards Ballers, I put numbers on the boards [Verse 2] Motherfuckers can't rhyme no more, 'bout crime no more Mix drug and show money, "Biggs" Burke on tour (Yeah) Twenty-five bricks, move work like chore Hit Delaware twice, needed twenty-five more I see flaw, cracks in your diamond CB4 when you rhyme, Simple Simon Come and meet the pieman, a must that I flaunt it The legend grows legs when it comes back to haunt us Ballers, I put numbers on the boards (Yeah) Can't a bitch livin' say I bought her Michael Kors (Yeah) Every car driven was decided by the horse Keep the sticker in the window case you wonder what it cost How could you relate when you ain't never been great And rely on rap money to keep food up on your plates, nigga? I might sell a brick on my birthday Thirty-six years of doin' dirt like it's Earth Day— God! [Chorus] (Y'all feel like danc—) (Y'all feel like danc—) Ballers, I put numbers on the boards (Y'all feel like danc—)