(feat. Chamillionaire T.C. Yung Redd)

[talking]
Ok (believe that) we broadcasting live
From Redds showroom ya heard me (off top)
We still balling we still doing this shit ya heard me
We still in it (believe that) its that flame shit

[Yung Redd]
The wheels on my truck go round and round
Im sitting 24 inches off of the ground
How that sound mama said do what youd like
Hold it rocking flights red white and blue stripes
But hold up down South still on nonstop
Cause we been representing down here for a while
With no solo album I was still amazing
Stayed full of them trees I was purple hazing
Look at me now Redd aint playing around
Two skinny but my stacks keep weighing me down
They say balling is a habit no I cant help it
Now I got more green than a Boston Celtic
So Im going all out on a money route
Now I think these niggas really know what Im about
I dont know where you been I dont know where you from
But around these parts we get it how it come

[Chorus x2: Chamillionaire]
See Im a flosser balling like you see it
Recognize me as a balla legend in the streets
Best believe I did it all but that will never stop me
From feeling like a flosser cause Im a balla

[T.C.]
Im still in the game yall catch my drift
I got that work cheap dog peep my flip
When I hop out the truck yall catch my drift
The rollys so icy bitch get off my dick
We ride the finest cars you know we stay stunting
Rims so big on the six they sit funny
If it aint broke dont fix it blunt it and blist it
In a all blue something with the plates unlisted
Like Nike keeping you bitch niggas in check
Yeah whodi you know me they boy is back
With two bricks two chicks and two platinum Macks
I stay grinding so you know I stay shining

[Chorus x2: Chamillionaire]

[Yung Redd]
See Im like a value meal my doe supersized
Copping a brand new Bentley Coupe to ride
With mo cake than a bakery we got cream
Candy truck radio up like Raheim
7-1-3 nigga thats the name of my team
We still get full of that syrup and gangsta lean
I still be ghetto fab if I drove a yellow cab
Yung Redd enough said my niggas got cash
Dont get it twisted up my wrist lit up
You gotta show me something for me to get up
Just call me a rough neck but I cash enough checks
To put me in a Vet and roll off with a set
The streets give me respect for everything that I did
As a kid I always kept a strap close to my ribs
But I dont know where you been and I dont know where you from
But around these parts we get it how it come

[Chorus x2: Chamillionaire]