Ballin Down
Dark centers for the data
Flyin over montana
Straight into the bay
All them extra figures now coming into play
Ima get it right but i can't stay
I gotta blaze a quickie and hit another flight plan
Layin back duckin anybody in a white van
Stay in the basement, maybe below
Been movin bows until the day that they gon pay me for shows
Im feelin hazy and blowed, i got my baby in tow
And we probably fried, move like bonnie and clyde
I want it all, $100,000 on the call
Its lookin like a fumble how we gettin on the ball
Stack it up tall, they slower than a crawl
I want it till it got me all covered like a shawl
Hands to the face to the brain i just take it
Ain't no limit in this life im doing anything to make it