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When we ball in the club Everybody know it Everybody iced up Everybody glowing Long hair, paper trees Everybody know that And them a lot of ones stuck Falling on they foreheads Falling on your forehead Falling on your forehead 'Fore we throw it up Then it fall on your forehead Falling on your forehead Falling on your forehead Yeah we get to the bread 'Cause it's falling on your forehead Rolls Royce know that Click trill know that See me at the 12 in my million dollar hoe pad Hoes want me so bad I make them all so glad Dark skinned Romeo Mack 'em like Boney-O Known to keep them bitches pussy bumping like a Sony-o Everybody know me you can go and ask Tonio Nigga had beef but I turned to bologna yo Walk up in the club start ordering Patronio When we ball in the club Everybody know it Everybody iced up Everybody glowing Long hair, paper trees Everybody know that And them a lot of ones stuck Falling on they foreheads Falling on your forehead Falling on your forehead 'Fore we throw it up Then it fall on your forehead Falling on your forehead Falling on your forehead Yeah we get to the bread 'Cause it's falling on your forehead Rolls Royce know that Click trill know that See me at the 12 in my million dollar hoe pad Hoes want me so bad I make them all so glad Dark skinned Romeo Mack 'em like Boney-O Known to keep them bitches pussy bumping like a Sony-o Everybody know me you can go and ask Tonio Nigga had beef but I turned to bologna yo Walk up in the club start ordering Patronio When I get drunk I start looking for a Romeo I don't want no fat bitch and I don't want no bony ho Hold it ho, big shit popping, better know that Grand Hustle boy make it rain on your forehead Them niggas that you mingle with be sprinkling they sing-a-ling Christmas time pockets hear them jingle bells jingling Broke nigga you need to go try to get some bread Tell them stop being scared and wipe them ones off they forehead When we ball in the club Everybody know it Everybody iced up Everybody glowing Long hair, paper trees Everybody know that And them a lot of ones stuck Falling on they foreheads Falling on your forehead Falling on your forehead 'Fore we throw it up Then it fall on your forehead Falling on your forehead Falling on your forehead Yeah we get to the bread 'Cause it's falling on your forehead I'm in the club we be having all the fun I want every damn bitch in here, all the damn ones They be like this nigga done got all the damn ones Man I wasn't playing I want all the damn ones I oughta damn front and I oughta damn stunt And every nigga chilling with me brought a damn gun Try me and it's stinging It will start raining Niggas will be draining And bullets will be flaming Hard like a knuckle be Teach you not to fuck with me Gladiator, Russell, Dro, Zone 3 and Zone 4 Think I'm going here, we going there We gonna go some more Let my money grow some more And lyrics start to flow some more I know how to ball too You can't get my number bitch wait on me to call you Wait on me to fall through Know I'm coming over so you wait on me to dog you Money in the air and hit your forehead when we ball too When we ball in the club Everybody know it Everybody iced up Everybody glowing Long hair, paper trees Everybody know that And them a lot of ones stuck Falling on they foreheads Falling on your forehead Falling on your forehead 'Fore we throw it up Then it fall on your forehead Falling on your forehead Falling on your forehead Yeah we get to the bread 'Cause it's falling on your forehead