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 chasing money, it's just something I attract, though

Business on the golf course, millions on these back fours

Blame it on my pops 'cause I came for the top, no

I came up off the top rope, elbow to your noggin

She gon' make the block woke, when she get her back broke

I know what to ask for, I'm the one she jockin'

I'm the one she jack, though

I know how that ass slow down then it fast forward

I don't love her back, though

She gon' feel away and tell the city where I'm at, though

Bitches tryna line 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 **** slimey

I been getting money since a youngin' with consignment

**** take a crib out, they just study the assignment

They say money blinding, bitch, I'm Helen Keller

In a Pelle Pelle leather feeling deader to the better days

Wish we could rewind them

Peanut Butter, '63, I wish that you could sit with me

You played yourself and fade away, damn

Oh, how the mighty have fallen

I thought as I laid on the ground

Made my way back on my own

Fuck would 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've grown

Money stacked taller than Yao

Yao

Yao

Yao Ming

Yao, Yao Ming

Yeah

Yao, Yao, Yao

Yao Ming

Yao, Yao Ming

Yeah