Air Canada - Riff Raff, DollaBillGates

I really hate to ball on ya’ll

I really hate to ball on ya’ll

Words still quoted

Syrup in my Soda

Ballin' so hard they figured I play for Nova Scotia

Ice on my chain figured I was from Ottawa

Playing so hard they figured I ball for Montreal

Words still quoted

Syrup in my Soda

Ballin' so hard they figured I play for Nova Scotia

Ice on my chain figured I was from Ottawa

Playing so hard they figured I ball for Montreal

Words still quoted

Syrup in my Soda

Ballin' so hard they figured I play for Nova Scotia

Ice on my chain figured I was from Ottawa

Playing so hard they figured I ball for Montreal

They use to hate me wildin'

But look who’s laughing now

Run up on my camp get drop like Manny Pacquiao

Cooler than they weather

Versace berry sweater

Or is it cause I talk more shit than Judge Judy and Floyd Mayweather

Watch me now

Run off in the wind

Now I’m Toronto in the Tropicana benz

Winnipeg again

Got more ice than Edmonton

Now I’m in Vancouver on some Grizzly Adam rims

(Riff)

Now I’m all the way in South America

In the Panda Express.

Porche Panamera

I done blazed a few trails in Portland, Oregon

Now I’m in Canada more than Tim Horton

Talkin' Jody Highroller

Syrup in my soda

I really hate to ball on ya’ll

I really hate to ball on ya’ll

Words still quoted

Syrup in my Soda

Ballin' so hard they figured I play for Nova Scotia

Ice on my chain figured I was from Ottawa

Playing so hard they figured I ball for Montreal

Words still quoted

Syrup in my Soda

Ballin' so hard they figured I play for Nova Scotia

Ice on my chain figured I was from Ottawa

Playing so hard they figured I ball for Montreal

Words still quoted

Syrup in my Soda

Ballin' so hard they figured I play for Nova Scotia

Ice on my chain figured I was from Ottawa

Playing so hard they figured I ball for Montreal

I got bitches in Toronto that fucked Drizzy Drake

I got a flight out in the mornin' I hope I ain’t late

I hope I make it past customs.

Shit my whip is custom

Don’t eat no putang in my coupe.

My interior mustard

Now ketchup to that

Got a bad bitch that live in Quebec

No roaming charges so she hit me with text

She super snobby.

Man she fly private jets

Hit Montreal vintage frames on the specs

Man I didn’t even mean to ball like this

I said it’s cold.

Saskatoon on my wrist

I got a bitch in Winnipeg I only fuck on Wednesday

Fly her out to California

Never seen a Bentley

And her name is Whitney

She always miss me

Wake up in the morning eat breakfast at Tiffany’s

I really hate to ball on ya’ll

I really hate to ball on ya’ll

Words still quoted

Syrup in my Soda

Ballin' so hard they figured I play for Nova Scotia

Ice on my chain figured I was from Ottawa

Playing so hard they figured I ball for Montreal

Words still quoted

Syrup in my Soda

Ballin' so hard they figured I play for Nova Scotia

Ice on my chain figured I was from Ottawa

Playing so hard they figured I ball for Montreal

Words still quoted

Syrup in my Soda

Ballin' so hard they figured I play for Nova Scotia

Ice on my chain figured I was from Ottawa

Playing so hard they figured I ball for Montreal

Playing for the Expos

You talking about Jody.

You talkin' Jody Highroller

Player all the time

And you know I’m on my.

Grind

And your boy’s still flossy

Rollin' out in Boston

And I’m whippin wood wind

Figured I was making judgments

Jody.

Talkin' Jody Highroller

And I keep a high spending

And your life is a gamble

And we talking about Jody.

We talkin' Jody Highroller

Too much syrup in my soda

I got so much ice on my hand figure I was born in Nova Scotia