[Chorus](Nelly)

I see nothing but gangstas up in here

I see nothing but ballers up in here

I see nothing but dope stacks up in here

I see nothing but flossers up in here



Ah Yeah

We gon mash it up

If you ladies want war we gon blast it up

If you bitches got bling flash it up

R.A.M Squad, Universal gon stack it up

Ah Yeah



(Nelly)

You can catch me in tha back like Shaq, nigga, posted up

Or at the bar with some broad, nigga, toasted up

Any you open mouth niggers I'm a close 'em up

Anybody wanna try I'ma burst it up

I put a T.V. in her headrest I own

I left a tattoo of Nelly on her, plus I was on on

It's to the point I can't even get no rest at home

How many times can a nigga change his phone

Yeah I left with five bitches but I came alone

Half these niggas couldn't do it if you became a clone

Best let me run my game

Cuz yall gon know my name when I bust that thang

I'm like Celly in the club

I need more Christmas

Niggas pissed in the club

Like who the fuck is this

Country nigga in this bitch tryin' to take our shine

I takin' yours I'm just expandin' mine, aiight



[Chorus]



(Ram Squad)

I'm in the jet like diamonds... shinin'

Twenties on the S-Tank system bombin'

Rocks off the chain man... been grimmin'

Ball till my knees mash

Stash for the new Jag

I'm now, win now got money to let my friends know

Bend down, bend down, down underground

When I pop up spray relms

In and out of town for white ice

But I ain't playin' Dru Down

Cuz I'm platinum bound

Gon through plus stacks

Rugged like the motherfucker named Blacks

Big Benz, Big Rims, Big spendin' it up

Big ballin' ass nigga from the end of the Dub

C'mon



[Chorus]



[Bridge](Nelly)

Aiight we gon mash it up

I'm in the 69 Rolls nigga gas it up

Anything on the road I'm gon class it up

80" four screen screech trash it up



(Ram Squad)

Niggas want rhymes

Yall bout to hear me shine

If I don't sign back with quarters and dimes

I'm nothin' but a baller till the day that I die

I'm a live my life of crime



(Sticky Fingaz)

Don't trust no thug I'm around the clock

Hopped out the spot lyin' around the block

Stay long enough to find a shorty dead on the rocks

No security, I'm greeting you with pounds and glocks

Hennessy straight in the glass hold the ice

I'm unpredictable my life is like a roll of dice

Got bitches heads turning like the poltergiest

Except they ain't gold diggers they want diamonds now

Its guns, bitches,and weed when I'm in town

Yo son your man wildin' better calm him down

Before I beat with the handle and turn him into a vegetable

And the next time I'm in town I'll fuck it up for the rest of yall



(Ram Squad)

Ball out like Stoudamire

Wave back hairs dry like urban fire

Blue faced, hard fame, like rocky rider

We out in St.louis like Mark McGwire

Twist snips spit fire like a tone barretta

Millionaire in the ring rock the gold umbrella

Got the cream cheese, chedder, and mozzeralla

Tooth out baller yall, livin it better

Put keys in the hood call me Mr. C

Heavy neck with the bling like Mr. T

Seen Nelly's blue truck so I copped the V

Paid my way out of court so I copped a plea

Now my slang like Onyx, puff on chronic

Hear my voice hooked on phonics

Everyone want to be a baller now

Wanna be a big shot, shotcaller now



[Chorus]



[Bridge]