Ballin' Ballin' Ballin' B-ballin'
Man, I got everything Candy-painted tint, it's(?) so I'd be lying if I said I hit at least nine of my Plus, I got so much paint in my rims be flyin' off my car Be candy paintin' the kids I got that whole block lookin' like Candyland Ask about me, man, they be like, there go the man I the car in the garage and go in and Come back the next The rims are still Hit the wheels on that Phantom, man, that shit like the Batmobile 32-inch rims, shit, I ain't even got no Custom-fitted, custom-kitted wood Custom everything, what's that on the Custom stain Now let's go hit the mall, y'all know we finna ball Get out the car, they be like, "Ah, go them superstars!" Hit every store, flash a fucking wad of cash but I ain't shit, bitch my candy-painted ass We...
Ballin' Ballin' Ballin' Uncontrollably
Yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Hit the corner store To get Corona, tip the it on the way out as I dipped, I wanna rip the road up And I'ma hit the and I'ma get the hoes, When I be it, I be it, shit, anything I'm ballin' out of control, girls know I'm loaded with But, shit, I'm as fuck I'm stingy as hoes(?) These bitches don't get a crumb, and it but I'm like up up, bitch, sit up, get up off them knees My candy paint's If you're lucky, let you hug me, but that's all you get I'ma split, disappear, a cloud of smoke is all you see Yeah...
Ballin' Uncontrollably Ballin' B-ballin'
Bitch, get the fuck out my car if we ain't finna I'm as fuck, bitch, are you suckin' my dick or what? I'll fuck a chick in the butt, I really don't give a Is Marshall gonna have to go choke me a bitch? You fuckin' up my Benz Bitch, I up my friends Don't think I won't beat a I'll a six-year-old in the ribs You fuckin' retard, I'll have you suckin' out my seat I'll teach you not to know how to control bowels when you eat What the fuck do you that colostomy bag is for, looks? I ain't waste bullets on you for you to not sing no hooks I take a Make a Wish Foundation patient with me How 'bout some inside of your saline solution IV? Turn and use it on me You tryna my keys? You broad, get in back, you're comin' to Florida with me, your momma I'ma drop you off at the hospital later We make this run Take this gun and me, Slater And your...
Uncontrollably Ballin' Ballin' Uncontrollably