Ballin' Songtext

I kept on talking it up till it came true
Like a volcano I finally blew
Got that old money and that brand new
Sworn on the counter fuck the price I'm only gonna wear it once anyway
I can't wear the same clothes twice
Bad enough I lost the 3 hundred when I roll the dice
I gotta have it all, I don't want just a slice
I come from the gutter me and my raccoons
Used to eat with our hands ,fuck you said was a spoon
Now it's Ruth's Chris modern Steak House
Me and my broad my soon to be spouse
Getting chauffeured in the back seat of my 2012
Drinking lamby cognac on my way to LA
Smoking sour diesel talking on my cell
Money calling, bitch I'm ballin'

[Hook x2]
If you got money (ballin' , ballin' ,ballin')
If you got cars (ballin' , ballin' ,ballin')
If you got women (ballin' , ballin' ,ballin') You a star (ballin' , ballin' ,ballin')

Where do I begin , Rasy got a deadly pin
That's why y'all lames rarely win
Cheeky eye ballin' like Jeremy Lynn
Game of thrones freezing I'm manipulating play with hopes
Hoops a lap when your fame is flown
Pace the chef nigga I made the dough
Cake up and eat the breed
Like Jarett from subway every time the club lay
Lil man eating feet slump shit
Ask Mac Mill, that's the donald trump shit
Swag I seen and the rich stop serve
The shits and giggles I might laugh out a turd
Light up the sky too high
4th of July, holiday in Dubai niggers