Artist: B.o.B f/ Nelly Album: Strange Clouds Song: MJ Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro/Chorus One] Let 'em hate, cause I'm straight I be ballin on these niggaz all day, all day They gon' have to call a nigga MJ, MJ I been ballin on these niggaz all day, all day [B.o.B] Yo, I'm - hotter than a sauna, hotter than a summer Throwin shit down, call me California Kush is my cologne, yeah you know the aroma I make the whole club open like a soda I got hella haters, haters on my boner cause I'm ballin on these niggaz, quota after quota Nowadays everybody got somethingto say like a fuckin interviewer on the phoner But where the girls with a good head on your shoulder? When I'm on campus, show me your diploma Good brains, good student Go crazy, go stupid It's me, Eastside bachelor Kicked back kush'd out to the maximum Fly like a traveler High like a passenger On purp, and on lavender So I laugh as I pass you up When you running down the sideline Niggaz on the bench tryin to grab at ya, HA~! [Chorus] [Chorus Two] And you know don't even know what I got And you don't even know when this dropped And you don't even know what I'm about You know, you know, you know it won't stop [Nelly] You talkin money than you callin my name You talkin 'bout flippin money than you talkin my game You talk about gettin money than we talkin the same You talk about small money than you talkin the lame I'm with that, so mellow, whole 'nother level I'ma tell her to get in the trunk, heavy metal "5.0" your bag is little Guess who's back? Uh-uh no riddle Two bad bitches, guess who in the middle? 315 yup, guess whose eatin vittles? Used to eatin +Kibbles+ but the +Bits+ won't get it If it don't come fully equipped then don't get it The seats ain't leather my man then don't sit it If you ain't got no rubbers on hand then don't hit it Here what I tell ya man? Don't play with it Nope, nope - don't play with it, ahh~! I collect money like child support I gotta get it cause I gotta pay child support cause my baby momma think I'm at the slot machine I like soccer moms, I'm on the +sock-her+ team From the block to the boardroom We can do it in the streets or in the courtroom I put a hoop in the house, that's a court room Now a nigga shootin jumpers from the fourth room [Chorus One] + [Chorus Two] [B.o.B] Drinks on us, freaks on dick, haters on hush All eyes on us, everything you see the S-U-V's pull up Down like that whenever we creep up Now we slide to the back but w stay linked up Why the hell they hatin on us? I'm livin my dreams, don't wake me up Ballin so long it's boring Ballin so long I'm yawning Haulin so long that I gotta let the flow cool off cause my feet just scorchin Anybody tryin to get up on my level that'll have to be yo' misfortune And ye ain't never seen this whip, you like? "Can anybody tell me where the door is?" I will never ever ever have a shortage Eighteen damn months been tourin And I don't ever see my house, my couch and my bedroom set seems foreign But I always knew there'd be bitterness These niggaz speak fluent, gibberish Life can be ridiculous So I ball like this on these hypocrites [Chorus One] + [Chorus Two]