we ballin'

i'm ballin'

we ballin'

she ballin'

and we ballin'

and they foulin'

and they callin'

and we stylin' cause we ballin'

we ballin'

we ballin'

we ballin'

we ballin'

we ballin'

we ballin'

we ballin'

we ballin'

we ballin'

uh-um

i'm not a rapper

but you might catch us flyin' out to vegas

to cop a couple acres

but we ain't coppin' no waiter cause shit i'm the waiter

why? cause she make me wait for her

now i adore her and i love it

i tried at the top but cash you're still above it

and if you think you can fold this cash

you may pack up and leave

and i'm through talkin'

so i'mma let the song bleed

like yeah

like yeah

like yeah

and that felt like i was on the throne

and i took me a shot of patron

and i called that ho phone and told her get back come

but if she don't

i'm ballin'

we ballin'

she ballin'

and we ballin'

and they foulin'

and they callin'

and we stylin' cause we ballin'

we ballin'

we ballin'

we ballin'

we ballin'

we ballin'

we ballin'

we ballin'

we ballin'

we ballin'

she say she fuckin' with me

so you know i'm fuckin' with her back

like the tag on her shirt but that's crazy

but i don't like the tags on my shirt

yeah

and i be playin' around with her like a kidder

but i ain't need to kid her

but i fuck with the rock crew

and i'm pro so i had to pro kid her

yeah

now all the boys dig her

and she like

thug are you kid

and i was like nah

this a mink

not a kid

ain't draw on your car

that's a ribbon

and yeah

i be really freestylin'

this wasn't written

i'm ballin'

we ballin'

she ballin'

and we ballin'

and they foulin'

and they callin'

and we stylin' cause we ballin'

we ballin'

we ballin'

we ballin'

we ballin'

we ballin'

we ballin'

we ballin'

we ballin'

we ballin'

i'm rollin' up them ball bats

2 grams and a giant

what you call that?

this shit taste like some fresh fruit

lean back and blow it out the roof

vanilla seats in the coupe

windows tinted and it's bulletproof

call them bitches and they comin' through

don't miss your blessin' baby

achu

ysl on my shoes

my bitch name jimmy choo

man i swear my religion true

i'm tested like i got the flu

any bitches say that i'm the truth

me and thug with them foreigns

back to back with the pistols drew