Ballin
We getting money now money now
We getting money now
Young nigga balling running through a hundred thousand
Hundreds fifties twenties stack it like a deli
This moose knuckle ain't no helly
Coupe go two this ain't no Chevy
Take off like a rocket one up top ain't gotta cock it
Taking trips out to the tropics
Cut the bitch cause she was toxic
He ain't getting no money you can't hang around me
Drop buckets get money just the gang round me
I still be thugging with them shooters these niggas losers
Fly ass Smacka stepping on these niggas in some Gucci
We going spin him smooth then hit the exit
I get in my jam sip that drink like I'm from Texas
Fast life I gotta get it
Trap life I'm doing digits
Still remember we ain't have it and they was laughing
Thought that shit was over we going spin that bitch for savage
Talking like he about it and he ain't active
I ain't making diss songs we going put him in a casket
Bitch my young niggas still jacking we can get it cracking
Took a ten piece out in Cali we still stop shit in the alley
We getting money now money now
We getting money now
Young nigga balling running through a hundred thousand
Hundreds fifties twenties stack it like a deli
This moose knuckle ain't no helly
Coupe go two this ain't no Chevy
Take off like a rocket one up top ain't gotta cock it
Taking trips out to the tropics
Cut the bitch cause she was toxic
He ain't getting no money you can't hang around me
Drop buckets get money just the gang round me
We getting money now
Young nigga balling running through a hundred thousand
Hundreds fifties twenties stack it like a deli
This moose knuckle ain't no helly
Coupe go two this ain't no Chevy
Take off like a rocket one up top ain't gotta cock it
Taking trips out to the tropics
Cut the bitch cause she was toxic
He ain't getting no money you can't hang around me
Drop buckets get money just the gang round me
I still be thugging with them shooters these niggas losers
Fly ass Smacka stepping on these niggas in some Gucci
We going spin him smooth then hit the exit
I get in my jam sip that drink like I'm from Texas
Fast life I gotta get it
Trap life I'm doing digits
Still remember we ain't have it and they was laughing
Thought that shit was over we going spin that bitch for savage
Talking like he about it and he ain't active
I ain't making diss songs we going put him in a casket
Bitch my young niggas still jacking we can get it cracking
Took a ten piece out in Cali we still stop shit in the alley
We getting money now money now
We getting money now
Young nigga balling running through a hundred thousand
Hundreds fifties twenties stack it like a deli
This moose knuckle ain't no helly
Coupe go two this ain't no Chevy
Take off like a rocket one up top ain't gotta cock it
Taking trips out to the tropics
Cut the bitch cause she was toxic
He ain't getting no money you can't hang around me
Drop buckets get money just the gang round me
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Writer(s): Bankroll Shawty
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