[Verse 1]
Yo, Ima light y'all boys from A to Z
I told them boys don't play with me
Load up them choppas, we'll come kill your whole agency
I be stating facts up on these tracks, this shit ain't make believe
Your bitch out of pocket dog, it's only right she pay a P
It's ugly when I see your bro, charge him like a 304
Slump him when that heater blow, I'm real and all the people know
Disrespect the gang, I show your family what a demon on
Made it to the top, it's only right I put my people on
All these diamonds on me got these n***as upset
Lavish up now n***a, fuck who up next
30 Gang or nothing, never settled for the less
And your baby mama here, like bitch settle for the best
I been verified before the gram gave me a check
Applying all this pressure, I be standing on they neck
I bought my bitch a Rolly just to shine up on my ex
I do it for the gang, I ain't lying on the set
I took my bitch to Louis, told her pick out what you want
I bought a crate of Uzis, you get picked off when it's funk
Be careful what you say about me, this ain't what you want
Don't try to break up in my house, there's killers in my home
It's money on the table n***a, we gon' add it up
I'm shitting on the other side, n***as mad as fuck
Posted in the projects, ganging in the cut
Half a million dollars on me, n***a hang it up
[Chorus]
I came home balling on some rich boy shit
You be pillow talking on some bitch boy shit
Stepping on these n***as on some big boy shit
You be in your feelings on some little boy shit

I came home balling on some rich boy shit
You be pillow talking on some bitch boy shit
Stepping on these n***as on some big boy shit
You be in your feelings on some little boy shit

[Verse 2]
Pressure brought its price, but it turned me to a diamond
Rolls-Royce Hank, I'm in the double R reclining
You looking for your baby daddy, hoe I hope you find him
He probably 'bout to kill himself, 'cause I ain't want to sign him
Them suckas do not bother me, these rap n***as ain't hot as me
Is Lavish D the realest n***a rapping, boy he gotta be
I knew I was rich when I kept winning in Monopoly
Whip my dick out on your bitch, and she gon' suck it sloppily
Ain't nobody big as us, Hank just wanna live it up
You know I keep a missile tucked, this choppa pick your n***a up
Your homie lost his life, you say you miss him, go and dig him up
Heard he got his helmet cracked, the coroners had to pick him up
All I'm doing is stating facts, I said it I can't take it back
Brody just went on a mission, I just pray he make it back
Broke n***as acting like they rich, how you faking that?
Death before dishonor, you don't understand, then play it back
[Chorus]
I came home balling on some rich boy shit
You be pillow talking on some bitch boy shit
Stepping on these n***as on some big boy shit
You be in your feelings on some little boy shit

I came home balling on some rich boy shit
You be pillow talking on some bitch boy shit
Stepping on these n***as on some big boy shit
You be in your feelings on some little boy shit