You balling, if you got Sprewell rims and they crawling   If you got four five, Clarions balling   You hit the club on dubs and your name   They be calling, calling, calling, calling      You balling, if you push a candy color with butter on cutters   You got a flock of girls and they all know each other   With the command of your voice, they all   Become lovers, lovers, lovers, lovers      I can catch boppers like Paul Wall with the wood out my grill   I can do a girl wrong and she gon' be by me still   I can get caught cheating on my feet, maybe she will   Never leave, 'cause I be spitting my game so real      I'm Mike Jones, Mike Jones, Jones   That's been a baller, before I even grabbed a microphone   Swishahouse, Swishablast no more minimum wage   Independently paid, living lovely and laid      I never ever cheap talk, 'cause I got a platinum grill   I changed the game over with Sprewells on my fifth wheel   My album 'Who Is Mike Jones', coming soon   My album 'Who Is Mike Jones', coming soon      Already, I pull up on Perellis with wood leather and grape jelly   T.V.'s falling down, watching DMX in Belly   Swishahouse Swishablast, we come first not last   Police pull me over, so they could play my Dream cast      And my XBox, I got stubborn rims   They keep going, even when I say stop   Mike Jones in your ear, they gave me MVP   And this is just rookie year      Is a baller baby, shot caller baby   In the Lex having sex, twenties crawling baby   I stay balling, T.V.'s stay falling, 23's stay crawling   I'm the definition of balling playboy      You balling, if you got Sprewell rims and they crawling   If you got four five, Clarions balling   You hit the club on dubs and your name   They be calling, calling, calling, calling