NCAA

Dude, stop moving, I can hear it
Ah
The ballers from the city, yeah

Turbo tells me to take off the chains, I can hear it (yeah)
It's the sound of money (ah)
Dude, I'm a hustler in the game (yeah)
I'm an artist and I don't drop the .40
I answer the call and move sexy
We're working, I pulled it off in New Jersey
Like I use the glizzy under the jersey

All the girls for the baller
They want drugs, they want sex, and I keep it natural
In PR they don't inspire, I don't want local
Now she says I have mental issues
Girl, you're the crazy one, they're fried
I smoke a blunt and gaze at the Empire State
In Miami in a Cullinan, in New York, the Escalade
We laugh at the system, we laugh at the law
All my shooters, motherfucker, NCAA

Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey
Don't flex with jewelry if the watch ain't Plein
Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey (ah)

Free CHIMI, free Pampa, free Dobleta (yeah)
I live for the glizzy, stacks of clips in the drawer
From Cartier to Rolex and from Rolex to Patek
My homies got your back (yeah)
She ain't got a boyfriend, just wants to chill
Wants some dick, girl, where you headed?
I'm a baller, you ain't gonna make me fall
I'm Roberto Clemente in my town

And all these girls want to say hi
After I hit it, you won't see me again
Light it up, let it start bouncing
For saying she's gonna get me

All the girls for the baller
They want drugs, they want sex, and I keep it natural
In PR they don't inspire, I don't want local
Now she says I have mental issues
Girl, you're the crazy one, they're fried
I smoke a blunt and gaze at the Empire State
In Miami in a Cullinan, in New York, the Escalade
We laugh at the system, we laugh at the law
All my shooters, motherfucker, NCAA

Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey
Don't flex with jewelry if the watch ain't Plein
Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey (ey, ey, ey, ey)

Talking about kilos and they weren't killing
I'm a money getter, you wouldn't risk it
I ain't the same since I lost my bro, I bought the pack for him
He was my brother
I can say I got a house on my neck
Where the girls at? (Ah)
I like her face, but her body’s kinda weird
If she ain't a 10/10, I don't want nothing, ah

(The ballers from the city)
That's a big fact
Tell me Turbo (yeah, yeah, yeah)
The ballers from the city (yeah, yeah, yeah)
That's a big
It's some money talk
NCAA
Yeah
(Gra-gra boom, boom)