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