James Harden

Ballin' like the Rockets, bitch, cuz lately I've been blowin' up I'll get you clipped off like James Harden if you throw it up You walkin' with no money, in yo pants, boy, you broke as f*ck You talkin' bout some ball, but don't even got no fuckin' bucks AH, AH, AH, I'm tryna run it up, this hoe hit my line, ask for money, bitch, you broke as f*ck AH, AH, AH, n if it's up it's stuck, don't be talkin' crazy on the net cuz then you outta luck Callin' me the point god, bitch, I feel like Chris Paul I ain't from L.A., bitch, but I'll get you clipped off Takin' all my swag and my style, bitch, I'm pissed off When I make no money, bitch, I'm feelin' money withdrawals AH, AH, AH, man that shit is strange Talkin' allat shit behind my back then beggin' for some change AH, AH, AH, try to take my chain, ima let it storm ima let this MF rang Ballin' like the Rockets, bitch, cuz lately I've been blowin' up I'll get you clipped off like James Harden if you throw it up You walkin' with no money in yo pants boy, you broke as f*ck You talkin' bout some ball, but don't even got no fuckin' bucks Feel like Danny Glover, cuz I keep a lethal weapon Strangest thing is, bitch, I keep a Mac-11 Try to play me, and I'll send em straight to heaven I don't f*ck with no lames if yo name is fuckin' KEVIN! AH, AH, AH, I'm tryna run it up, this hoe hit my line, ask for money, bitch, you broke as f*ck AH, AH, AH, and, bitch, you dumb as f*ck This bitch can't even get a dime, bitch, you outta luck Tryna take my money, bitch, I'll show you what the f*ck is up I hate that broke fiend that ain't worried bout no fuckin' bucks Why you gotta Glock nine if you ain't gon' let it bust Ever since a jit , you been lame on that fuckin' bus Ballin' like the Rockets, bitch, cuz lately I been blowin' up I'll get you clipped off like James Harden if you throw it up You walkin' with no money in yo pants boy, you broke as f*ck You talkin' bout some ball, but don't even got no fuckin' bucks AH, AH, AH, I'm tryna run it up, this hoe hit my line, ask for money, bitch, you broke as f*ck AH, AH, AH, And if it's up, it's stuck Don't be talkin' crazy on the net, cuz then you outta luck Callin' me the point god, bitch, I feel like Chris Paul I ain't from L.A., bitch, but I'll get you clipped off Takin' all my swag and my style, bitch, I'm pissed off When I make no money, bitch, I'm feelin' money withdrawals AH, AH, AH, n man, that shit is strange Talkin' allat shit, behind my back, then beggin ' for some change AH, AH, AH, try to take my chain I'ma let it storm, I'ma let this motherfucker rain