作曲 : Gerald Gillum/Westen Weiss/Nick Mira/Kyle van Riper/Edgar Machuca/Derrick Carrington Gray/Michael Ray Nguyen-Stevenson 作词 : Gerald Gillum/Westen Weiss/Nick Mira/Kyle van Riper/Edgar Machuca/Derrick Carrington Gray/Michael Ray Nguyen-Stevenson Aye I'm a balla, baby, he ain't got no game I'm a big dog, baby, rock big chains And I need a super freak like Rick James Pop that ass for me baby make that **** Bang, bang, bang Make that **** Bang, bang, bang Make that **** Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Pop that ass for me, baby Make that **** bang Why so serious, I'm never ******' around These pigeons dead stock, they never touchin' the ground Plane Jane Patek I'm never bustin' it down Flagrant as ****, I'm never toning it down (Yeah) Oh, you big mad? Why you chasin' a chick that I been had? Took your dream girl down, yeah I did that Got some pop-star bodies, been hit that Believe me my belt got notches Safe full of diamonds, a couple nice watches Made some mistakes and they think they could stop us But Tiger plays golf and the whole world watches Aye, (yee) I'm a balla, baby, he ain't got no game (Winners win) I'm a big dog, baby, rock big chains And I need a super freak like Rick James Pop that ass for me baby make that **** Bang, bang, bang Make that **** Bang, bang, bang Make that **** Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Pop that ass for me, baby Make that **** bang Load it up, aim, pop, shoot it up Boot it up, strapped up, toot it up It's game time, put me in, I'm suited up ***** I'm good enough, I don't need the luck Heartbreaker like Suzie, hotter than jacuzzi Make her buy open mouth like a scary movie I got 10 cars, park them like Lil Uzi Proof's in the income, I ain't gotta prove it (nope) She got a man, ***** I ain't stupid But the way you work that body mean you gotta lose it And that ***** good, show me how you use it Step by step, baby go through it I'm a balla, baby, he ain't got no game I'm a big dog, baby, rock big chains And I need a super freak like Rick James Pop that ass for me baby make that **** Bang, bang, bang Make that **** Bang, bang, bang Make that **** Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Pop that ass for me, baby Make that **** bang Yeah, talk to me nicely Fifty on the chain, oh my god I'm so pricey Mami she Spanish, she keep it so spicy She throw it back, she like "Papi, don't bite me" Make her bend down She 'gon let me clip when I'm in town Big Bentley truck, rolled her tints down 10k a month, Hell's Kitchen in Midtown (Yeah) L.A. to New York, Bicoastal I'm international, not local I'm banned for these vintage Chanel bifocals If you ain't talkin' bags then I'm antisocial (Be gone) Aye I'm a balla, baby, he ain't got no game I'm a big dog, baby, rock big chains And I need a super freak like Rick James Pop that ass for me baby make that **** Bang, bang, bang Make that **** Bang, bang, bang Make that **** Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Pop that ass for me, baby Make that **** bang
