Ballin
You losin damn right you losin
Keep the poll on me want catch me snoozin
And these bitches they be choosin
Stackin money to the ceilin, bitch we ballin.
You loosing that much you loosing
That nigga trying copy my swag buy they might lose it
Because im ballin???? they be calling
So you know what I got to do I'mma flex on you
Pull a brand new coup if you only knew
The thing I would only do and my niggas that shoot
So we ballin' damn right we ballin'
And i got yo bitch she steady stalking
And if you only knew the thing that she do
Taking off the clothes off that what she do
Cuz our money grew and we ballin'
And these other niggas they know nothin'
You losin damn right you losin
Keep the poll on me want catch me snoozin
And these bitches they be choosin
Stackin money to the ceilin, bitch we ballin.
Dont know what you did heard about
Bitch niggas we not worried about
Come to where you hang out
And blow yo fucking brains out???? im the man now
Tell them goofies fuckin stand down
They got a bag get them hands out
Ain't got not time for no hand out???? you know i got him back
Flexin on them fucking fags
Got to get it everyday
84 swa???
You losin damn right you losin
Keep the poll on me want catch me snoozin
And these bitches they be choosin
Stackin money to the ceilin, bitch we ballin.
Got me ballin we call em out we all in
Bad bitches they foreign we all win they all ten
Fu fu niggas hate on me hard
They turn it down when they see my squad
Versace just to get yo bitch on all my jock
Got thirty shots in that Glock im on my block
You losing if ain't with me
Got bitches kissing bitches and they with me
On parole I can't sip lean that purple syrup gotta tempt me
I can't let these niggas tempt me
Im riding out in that foreign
And the old hoes they boring
You losin damn right you losin
Keep the poll on me want catch me snoozin
And these bitches they be choosin
Stackin money to the ceilin, bitch we ballin.
You losin damn right you losin
Keep the poll on me want catch me snoozin
And these bitches they be choosin
Stackin money to the ceilin, bitch we ballin.
Keep the poll on me want catch me snoozin
And these bitches they be choosin
Stackin money to the ceilin, bitch we ballin.
You loosing that much you loosing
That nigga trying copy my swag buy they might lose it
Because im ballin???? they be calling
So you know what I got to do I'mma flex on you
Pull a brand new coup if you only knew
The thing I would only do and my niggas that shoot
So we ballin' damn right we ballin'
And i got yo bitch she steady stalking
And if you only knew the thing that she do
Taking off the clothes off that what she do
Cuz our money grew and we ballin'
And these other niggas they know nothin'
You losin damn right you losin
Keep the poll on me want catch me snoozin
And these bitches they be choosin
Stackin money to the ceilin, bitch we ballin.
Dont know what you did heard about
Bitch niggas we not worried about
Come to where you hang out
And blow yo fucking brains out???? im the man now
Tell them goofies fuckin stand down
They got a bag get them hands out
Ain't got not time for no hand out???? you know i got him back
Flexin on them fucking fags
Got to get it everyday
84 swa???
You losin damn right you losin
Keep the poll on me want catch me snoozin
And these bitches they be choosin
Stackin money to the ceilin, bitch we ballin.
Got me ballin we call em out we all in
Bad bitches they foreign we all win they all ten
Fu fu niggas hate on me hard
They turn it down when they see my squad
Versace just to get yo bitch on all my jock
Got thirty shots in that Glock im on my block
You losing if ain't with me
Got bitches kissing bitches and they with me
On parole I can't sip lean that purple syrup gotta tempt me
I can't let these niggas tempt me
Im riding out in that foreign
And the old hoes they boring
You losin damn right you losin
Keep the poll on me want catch me snoozin
And these bitches they be choosin
Stackin money to the ceilin, bitch we ballin.
You losin damn right you losin
Keep the poll on me want catch me snoozin
And these bitches they be choosin
Stackin money to the ceilin, bitch we ballin.
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Writer(s): Tyree Lamar Jr Pittman
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