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Jim Jones Jim Jones

And they shootin', I must be on top (It's clear up here) We coopin', we must be inta trouble Some hard type shit that cost a quarter mill a pop It makes

You know, everybody expect a baller but I'm like Why you worried about balling, 'cause I am balling I'm just ready to blow the bank on you, girl You

This goes out to all my fly ladies, all across the world You know I love you And I'm sorry if I called you a bitch Sincerely yours, Jones Shawty's like

Give me a minute to get in it, give me a minute With one of your main bitches, mental fitness I demonstrate Right in front of your eyes Watch your bitch

Ether boy Hey, how we ball in the club I know u hate it Mami dancin' on the floor I like she naked When she layed up wit chu I know she fake it All the

Ether boy Hey, how we ball in the club I know u hate it Mami dancin' on the floor I like she naked When she layed up wit chu I know she fake it All the

] We fly high, no lie, you know this (BALLIN!!!) Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (ladies) We stay fly, no lie, you know this (REMIXXX!!!) Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused [Jones

Clack It's the sound of my TekNine Clack Clack It's the sound when I do crime Clack Clack Make a deliver at all time Verse 1 (Jim Jones): Spinnin' through

the deal, still got cane to cut 'Cause we Certified Gangstaz Yeah, yeah, what you seen here Is Certified Gangstaz on this shit Jim Jones, [Incomprehensible