[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   'cause 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   'cause 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]