Str8 Ballin

[Intro: ScHoolboy Q] Uh, believe that Yo For real, yo (Uh, uh, uh) [Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q] Figured that I gotta sell dope or the money won't grow, uh Figured I was too short and I could never turn pro, uh You could tell I never had shit, but bet I get that eighty-grand wrist Told me we could never get rich Now watch me ride the Chevy, hit the switch Straight ballin' like a bitch Ayy, ridin' through the city on chrome (Come on) Ghetto nigga out the sunroof, hey Foreign keys, bitch, please, straight ballin' like a bitch Flossin' in the mind Stuntin' like the first, shufflin' the work Uh, I done came from the dirt Now the engine make the tire go skrrt Used to sleep with roaches, crackhead uncle and all Now a hundred thousand just an hour involved, hmm So easy how I make a mil' flip Snoop ain't the only rich Crip, nigga (Uh) From sleepin' on Top's couch to multiple bank accounts To havin' me a mall for a house, like They tried to slim my chances as a kid, though They always said I'd never make it big Straight ballin' like a bitch [Chorus: Jesse Rankins & ScHoolboy Q] Picture me rollin', oh Straight outta the ghetto to a deluxe apartment in the sky (Straight ballin' like a bitch) Picture me rollin', oh, yeah I used to smoke bush, now all this kush got me so high So high I used to smoke bush, now all this kush got me so high (Straight ballin' like a bitch) (So high) Straight ballin' like a bitch (So high) Straight ballin' like a bitch Straight ballin' like a bitch Straight ballin' like a bitch [Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q] Ayy, wait-waitin' on my turn to get paid (Come on) Nigga tryna make a mil' a day (Come on) Put that rental on the interstate Since a youngin, I was gifted Mama bought me something for the bitches Bruh, I got some things you gotta witness Stomach gets to mumblin' at night Watchin' every car that drive by Lookin' every driver in the eye 52nd enterprise Marchin' in these Chukkas like they boots Money make a pussy get the juice Money make the copper give a pass Money make me cop a bigger roof Money got me skippin' every class Tryna kill 'em for the summer The teachers ain't teachin', the judge taught us numbers Uh, we was raised by single mothers Pop wouldn't tuck us under covers Through the streets, we learned colors Hidin' from the reaper, tryna dodge the cage The shit I've done to rhyme on this stage I went from king of the corner To breaking down weed on my diploma Straight ballin' like a bitch [Chorus: Jesse Rankins & ScHoolboy Q] Picture me rollin', oh Straight outta the ghetto to a deluxe apartment in the sky (Straight ballin' like a bitch) Picture me rollin', oh, yeah I used to smoke bush, now all this kush got me so high So high I used to smoke bush, now all this kush got me so high (Straight ballin' like a bitch) (So high) Straight ballin' like a bitch (So high) Straight ballin' like a bitch Straight ballin' like a bitch Straight ballin' like a bitch