Big Ballin'

Yeah
Gang gang

Man I came from the bottom
Now I'm headed to the top
Man I gotta get the guap
Man I gotta run it up
Red beam till' you stop
Red beam wit' a dot
Red beam to the op
Fuck 12, fuck the cops (gang gang)
I was servin' on the block
Gotta choppa wit' the dick on em'
Bitch I'm ridin' wit' the stick on me
Choppa wit' the the fuckin' kick on it
Yeah, I ain't playin'
Choppa on me and it go super Saiyan
Save that money for the storm when it's raining
Yeah, and that's no cap
Fuckin' wit' me and I'll pop at your cap
I get to the money I'm countin' this bag
All of my niggas be popping them tags
Hop in the coup and I go do the dash
I heard your music and that shit was trash
Run to the money I ain't talkin' bout' flash
I got the stacks and I put
All of the diamonds right in my stash

Yeah Yeah
I be ballin'
Ballin' like I'm Spalding
Step back like James Harden
I can go do it regardless
All of these niggas they talkin'
All of these niggas they stallin'
When I go get to the bag
I might just get that girl and take her shopping
Yeah, every season I'm on offense and on defense
For no reason, say she love me don't believe it
I be wildin' straight Chief Keefin'
What you wanna be?
Run up in the scene
Pull a hoe easy, cause I got the key (Whoo)
I'ma keep going until I get my money longer than a centipede

I get the bag and I run it up
She drink a nigga nut, like a 7 up
Boxes of the drugs like a Pizza Hut
Got that thang on me nigga keep it tucked
Huh, ok
Mac 11 and that shit finna spray
Smokin' on gas smoke dope all day
I'm in the kitchen I'm whipping fillet
And that's on my mama
Bitch I be blowing up shit like Osama
Nigga I fuck on yo mom and yo daughter
Play wit' the gang and yo ass getting slaughtered
I got my strikes in the street like Obama
I'm wit' the gang and we all about drama
I'm sellin' chicken you can meet the llama
Young Tae bitch I run to the commas

Ooh Ooh
I'm in a whole different league
I'm on a whole different team
All of these niggas they weak, 7 days
Count up my chips, Frito-Lay
Nigga compete? Not today
Hannah Montana when I start a wave
I'ma shine bright better get shades
Put em' in a box like Home Depot
Bitch I be ballin', no cheat code
Take a pic cause I'm cold no Frozone
High up in the ozone, yeah yuh
Niggas be shittin' cause I be on Taki shit
You cannot take my hoe you ain't got confidence
Call me Rihanna cause I be on diamond shit
Ooh yeah, no homo

Smack your bitch wit' the pole
I am not talkin' Santa
She just want my banana
Pussy taste like Tropicana
I got the sauce and I'm drippin' like Fanta
Hop in the ghost or I hop in the phantom
Switchin' my hoes nigga like the channel
She play wit' my dick like the keys of pianos
Drip, sauce
Bitch I'ma boss
Dripping' like Da Voss
Yeah this shit cost
You can take a loss
Pockets fat, Rick Ross
Fuck her, she get tossed
Cheap ass nigga, shop at Ross
Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
What, yeah
Phss whoo
Gang gang gang gang