Yurpie
(Money)
We takin' it world wide
What it is?
What up, John?
Ha
'Bout to show these boys how to do the John Wall
All you gotta do is, just flex on these haters
And watch us ball
Yeah, let's do it

We be in your city where we like to do the dance
Flex to the left, throw some money out ya hands
Do it for the city and we do it for the fans
To ball like Wall, boy, you gotta do the dance

Everybody do the John Wall, John Wall, John Wall
John Wall, John Wall, John Wall, John Wall, John Wall (yeah)

Everybody clear out, hand me the rock
Time winding, down three seconds on the shot clock
Break the defense, homeboy, I can't be stopped
All about my money so you know I'm hitting bank shots
I'm trying to tell 'em, boy you can't guard this
Beast on the court, homeboy, I play the hardest
Jump shot stupid, yeah, it's retarded
You can't guard me, in the paint I'm an artist
See I hustle on the floor, call me Rick Ross
See the Troop get it jumping like a tip-off
I play hard 'til I hear the ref blow the whistle
I'm a player but my game be so official
Never reach, gotta stay out of foul trouble
But I drive in the lane, get them in foul trouble
They can't solve my game, I'm a hard puzzle
But I keep three dimes that's a triple double

We be in your city where we like to do the dance
Flex to the left, throw some money out ya hands
Do it for the city and we do it for the fans
To ball like Wall, boy, you gotta do the dance

Everybody do the John Wall, John Wall, John Wall
John Wall, John Wall, John Wall, John Wall, John Wall (yeah)

Sick with it
Hustle for the rock I go-go get it
I'm in it to win it, 919 baby we represent it
And I don't ball hog we got our whole team in it
See you just dribble but ain't ever got the heart to finish
Can't put me out the game I'm in that thing from start to finish
And if I can't drive the lane then best believe I'm 'bout to dish it
Sideline drifting now I'm gliding down the baseline
About to do a big slam, catch me on them inches
Coming from the south side
The expectations of us is that we will not rise
Yet still we prove 'em wrong, we flexing cause we hot guys
Bring life to the game, we will not die, ha, yeah
Stand tall, yeah, you call that the great Wall
All I do is ball, I get up, I can take a fall
I'm hungry for the top, call it lunchtime
Game winning shot, yeah, it's clutch time

We be in your city where we like to do the dance
Flex to the left, throw some money out ya hands
Do it for the city and we do it for the fans
To ball like Wall, boy, you gotta do the dance

Everybody do the John Wall, John Wall, John Wall
John Wall, John Wall, John Wall, John Wall, John Wall

Let's do it
Oh yeah, we balling, balling until we falling
Until the last second I'm guessing we gone be brawling
'Cause Kentucky here to win, not to watch you play
Whole world do the dance, say what up, NBA
Better take him out the game, 'cause they say that boy insane
When he coming down the lane, tryna catch a bang bang
First we flex, show the muscle then JIGG on them
For the small play, let my cousins get big on 'em
You ain't handling nothing I'm 'bout to catch a steal on them
Pass it to the point, crossover and I'm still on 'em
Crowd goin' bananas so you know that's why we peel on 'em
And we from the R, ain't nothing like being real on 'em
Jump shot deadly, you know that we kill on 'em
Time to grab the money ball, 'bout to shoot a bill on 'em
Yeah, north cat, we gon' show 'em how to do it
Do the John Wall, it ain't really nothing to it

We be in your city where we like to do the dance
Flex to the left, throw some money out ya hands
Do it for the city and we do it for the fans
To ball like Wall, boy, you gotta do the dance

Everybody do the John Wall, John Wall, John Wall
John Wall, John Wall, John Wall, John Wall, John Wall (oh, yeah) Writer/s: Dakare Wilder, Darius Montez Lassiter, Lelynd Simpson Darkes, Tristan Brown
Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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