Artist: D-Gotti f/ E.S.G., Tyte Eyez Album: Street Sermon Song: Cash Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) Promise to God and hope to die Finna take this balling, to a whole new man Balling man balling, I'm talking bout Bentleys Beach houses by the docks, hold up man Big Escalades pulling yachts [D-Gotti] Been in the game too long, I'm thinking bonds and stocks See I bought the car I bought the house, now in Maury gators I'm taking walks See I took a loss and misplaced ten G's, I don't leave Got up next morning and flew to Alabama, bout to move a thoed piece I could bring life to rainy sea, when I pull out my big Benzino Blades hook by ten G's, with a bad bitch from Puerto Rico Niggaz can't copy me like Kinko's, I'm thoed in the game Hit the club they think it's two, cause I like to place with my chain Had to rap the route with grey, my style was charged with reckless driving Had the wide road, play me say my diamonds what you shot at I'm a fool like Frankie Limon, hoes do what I says like Simon And since I'm married to this paper, I should be called Mr. Grinding Or big timer the motto, I put the bleed in bleeding blocks A bad baller bout bidness, balling smuggle some rocks And you can call me Sherlock, cause I done rap with the mystery And money makes the world spin, another nigga makes history [Chorus] C is for candy, coated clean cars A is for access, and a Range to war S is for sex, smoking and superstars H is for homes, hustling coming hard Power and money, treasures upon me Taking balling to a new level, and I ain't stunting Power and money, treasures upon me Taking balling to a new level, and I ain't stunting [Tyte Eyez] I'm taking balling to a new level, and I ain't stunting With the skills to pay the bills, keeping niggaz trunks bumping The grill and the woman, candy coated clean cars Peeling off on Perelli's, promethazine in jelly jar Me and Sunny Bobo, keep do-do a superstar That's ready to do the posse, dollar flip a cigar And if you wanna go to war, my click won't bow down Lil' bitch stay talking shit, watch me spit a hundred rounds But since I'm in my new kicks, I'm bout to snatch my trophy now Graduated and nominated, you haters hate it now But it's still my time to shine, hit the street chunk running Prepare for my release, cause it's a rare global warning Laura handling the bidness, Ke be on the laptop Alvin and Darren gon' be, keep the heat in stash spot Can't forget the exec Reck, love you to death For keeping your faith in Tyte Eyez, watch it fly off the shelf we balling [Chorus] [E.S.G] Nigga the W is for wreck, 23rd letter in that alphabet The R is for my ranch, my Range Rover and respect The E's for Escalade, and endo in buy mix The C's for the coke connection, that bring me change in my six The K's for my killers, kilos in the kitchen The S is for these soft ass sissies, who be snitching The H is for my hogs, Houston hard hitters The O is for them OZ's, and outstanding outfitters The P's for pussy, which I don't put pass paper Pistols packed, playas prepared to punish playa haters Houston hardest, tell the world I said it I wrote that hook for "Wanna be a Baller", and didn't ask for no credit I'm talking lakes of codeine, one hundred cars Nigga fuck a sixteen, I need one hundred bars Two hundred cigars, burglar bars for busters E.S.G., D and Teezy man we untouchable [Chorus]