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 candy paint in my Paint be off my car Be candy paintin' the kids I got that whole lookin' like it's 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 mornin' The rims are spinnin' Hit the wheels on that Phantom, man, that shit looks like the 32-inch rims, shit, I ain't got no wheels Custom-fitted, wood grain Custom everything, that on the seat? Custom mustard Now let's go hit the mall, know that we finna ball Get out the car, they be like, "Ah, there go superstars!" Hit every single store, flash a fucking wad of but I buying shit, bitch Kiss my ass We...
Uncontrollably Ballin' Uncontrollably B-ballin'
Yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Hit the corner liquor To get Corona, tip the Sipped it on the way out as I dipped, I rip the road up And hit the cinema and I'ma get the hoes, I be it, I be it, shit, anything goes I'm ballin' out of control, girls know I'm with dough But, shit, I'm as fuck I'm fuckin' as hoes(?) These bitches don't get a crumb, and it but I'm what up Shut up, bitch, sit up, get up off them My paint's 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...
Ballin' Uncontrollably Ballin' Uncontrollably
Bitch, get the fuck out my car if we finna fuck I'm as fuck, bitch, are you suckin' my dick or what? I'll fuck a chick in the butt, I don't give a shit Is pretty Marshall gonna have to go choke me a You keyed up my Benz Bitch, I beat up my Don't think I beat a bitch I'll a six-year-old in the ribs You fuckin' retard, have you suckin' farts out my seat I'll teach you not to how to control your bowels when you eat What the fuck do you think that bag is for, looks? I ain't waste nine bullets on you for you to not no hooks I fuckin' take a Make a Wish Foundation patient me How 'bout some inside of your saline solution IV? around and use it on me You tryna my keys? You fuckin' broad, get in back, comin' to Florida with me, your momma I'ma drop you off at the hospital later We finna this run Take gun and cover me, Slater And your...
Ballin' Ballin' Ballin' Uncontrollably