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