Ballin' Ballin' Ballin' Uncontrollably
Man, I got candy-painted 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 be flyin' off my car Be paintin' the neighborhood kids I got that whole block lookin' it's Candyland Ask me, man, they be like, there go the candy man I park the car in the and go in and Come the next mornin' The rims are spinnin' Hit the wheels on that Phantom, man, that shit looks the Batmobile 32-inch rims, shit, I even got no wheels Custom-fitted, wood grain Custom everything, what's on the seat? Custom stain Now let's go hit the mall, y'all know that we ball Get out the car, they be like, "Ah, there go superstars!" Hit every single store, a fucking wad of cash but I ain't shit, bitch my candy-painted ass We...
Ballin' 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 I'ma hit the cinema and get the hoes, I be it, I be it, shit, anything goes I'm ballin' out of control, girls know I'm loaded with But, shit, I'm stingy as I'm fuckin' as hoes(?) These bitches get a crumb, and it come but I'm like up up, bitch, sit up, get up off them knees My paint's enough If lucky, I'll let you hug me, but that's all you get Then split, disappear, a cloud of smoke is all you see Yeah...
Ballin' Ballin' Uncontrollably B-ballin'
Bitch, get the fuck out my car if we ain't fuck I'm as fuck, bitch, are you suckin' my dick or what? I'll a chick in the butt, I really don't give a shit Is pretty gonna have to go choke me a bitch? You keyed up my Benz Bitch, I beat up my Don't think I won't beat a I'll a six-year-old in the ribs You fuckin' retard, I'll have you farts out my seat I'll teach you not to know how to your bowels when you eat the fuck do you think that colostomy bag is for, looks? I ain't waste nine on you for you to not sing no hooks I take a Make a Wish Foundation patient with me How some coke inside of your saline solution IV? Turn and use it on me You take 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' Uncontrollably B-ballin'