I got your bitch doin' backflips
Ride around the city with an actress
Billy never fold under pressure, like a mattress
I'm back, bitch, smokin' on strong
Yo' girl in the back and she's singing my song
Baby, I ball, call me Billy Armstrong
Money real tall, yeah, money real long
I just pulled up in a brand new Hellcat
I been racin' to the money, can't you tell that?
She call on my phone, but I won't call back
I was destined for this shit, I cannot go back
Runnin' the game, I won't pass the baton
I'll ball like I'm Kobe, I feel like Lebron
I started rappin' because I got bored
Father figure, all these rappers my sons
Bought a new crib just to flex, yeah, I'm on
I am so ignorant, my new bitch Heaven sent
I make your girl disappear, like a magic trick
I've been ballin' like a pro, baby, you can't imagine
I copped a crib in LA, but I rarely visit
I write a hook then I smash, baby, Billy got digits
I keep yo' girl on my hip, baby, diamonds, they fitted
I keep yo' girl on my hip, baby, diamonds, they glisten
If you fuck with the gang, you gon' have to go fishin'
You dropped one hit song, baby, your careers finished
Now Billy blowin' up, I got everyone singin'
I just pulled up in a brand new Hellcat
I been racin' to the money, can't you tell that?
She call on my phone, but I won't call back
I was destined for this shit, I cannot go back
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