Yao Ming

Yao, Yao, Yao Ming Yao, Yao Ming, Yao, Ming Let's bring it back though I know God love me, everyday he drop a bag though Never chasin' money, it's just somethin' I attract though Business on the golf course Millions on these back four Blame it on my pops 'cause I can't feel the top She gon' make the block woke when she get her back broke I know what to ask for, I'm the one she jockey I'm the one she jack though I don't know how that ass slow down then it fast forward I don't love her back though She gon' feel a way and tell thе city where I'm at though Bitches try to liе me, but I'm not a map though I am not a flagpole, you not finna climb me I am not a tadpole but a nigga slimy I been gettin' money since a youngin' with consignment Niggas stake your crib out, they just study the assignment They say money blindin', bitch I'm Hellen Keller in a Pelle Pelle leather Feelin' debted to the better days Wish we could rewind them Peanut butter sixty-three I wish that you could sit with me You played yourself and fade away Damn, oh, how the mighty have fallen I thought as a I laid on the ground Made my way back on my own Fuck what I need from you now Zaza, I'm E.T., phone home See you boys on my way down If you could see how I grown Money stack taller than Yao, Yao, Yao, Yao Ming Yao, Yao Ming (yeah) Yao, Yao, Yao, Yao Ming Yao, Yao Ming (yeah) Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh