Lost thinkers ain't seen shit
 My bitch bowlegged and shit
 Thick thighs with them hazel eyes
 Smell the air, the night is mine
 You busters think I'm lyin
 I'm fin' to go in this casino now
 and lean up on them tables, why?

 Compulsive gambler with a compulsive hammer
 Bitches be takin pictures with the get'em'hoe cameras
 By this time a lot of niggaz got enter
 Throw my shit 'cross to the pit boss Montana
 Comin out cause I'm feelin real good
 with a look like, "Bitch I wish you would"
 try to slow my roll, hold me up
 It ain't gon' go, not this time bitch no
 I'm back up in this hoe, for the lights
 I want them D's, the titles, the rights
 I'm laughin loud cause I'm feelin real nice
 I spins around in my chair twice
 I tap the pad part real real hard
 This table heah, y'all can just disregard
 YOU hoes need to keep on walkin
 cause y'all gon' fuck me up with all that talkin

 [Chorus: repeat 2X]
 Can't, stop me baby I'ma baller baby
 I'm too hot to ladies play-boys baby
 Can't, break me baby cause I'm paper baby
 Can't, hate me baby gotta love you baby
 Can we ball? Where my dogs?
 Where my broads? (Hook us up) Alla y'all
 Can we ball? Where my dogs?
 Where my broads? Alla y'all

 [Tela]
 I started last night but now it's sunny
 Long run like Marie in Dunny(??)
 Bitch on the side buggin, look honey
 All I'm thinkin is, big money
 Pussy don't come poke I don't fuck if I'm broke
 That's how half these niggaz done, lost they stroke
 Now, slide them lights and blow on my throw I
 shakes 'em twice through the air they float, point
 Twenty-five on the line (6 the easy way)
 Thirteen in the field, 50 odds, oh my God
 My whole table charged
 I picks up a hundred eighty-eight yards
 Sparks, balloons, room, V.I.P. cards
 (Hook us up) You fuckers think y'all smart
 Who sent y'all? Hey fuck y'all
 Fuck these cards, I'm outta Dodge

 [Chorus]

 [Tela]
 Towards the do' my ass done stopped
 You guessed it, I'm at them slots
 I drops two rubber bands, why not?
 I'm up a hand at the MG Grand
 Two mo' honeybuns the whole shit locked
 Big guns, seven across, jackpot
 My ass is hot, I'm heated
 I'm scorch, I'm holdin it down, I'm runnin the court
 In other words to make a long story short
 .. I know the fuckin sport
 I got the owner bout to shit his shorts
 I got the city on life support
 After this run I'ma sit and soak
 Cause after this run, ain't SHIT broke
 After this run, I don't need to smoke
 I'ma get a bitch and get throwed on the boat