Ballin' Ballin' Uncontrollably B-ballin'
Man, I got everything Candy-painted tint, it's(?) so 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 the neighborhood kids I got that whole block 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 the next mornin' The are still spinnin' Hit the wheels on that Phantom, man, that shit looks the Batmobile rims, shit, I ain't even got no wheels Custom-fitted, wood grain everything, what's that on the seat? Custom mustard Now go hit the mall, y'all know that we finna ball Get out the car, they be like, "Ah, go them superstars!" Hit single store, flash a fucking wad of cash but I ain't shit, bitch my candy-painted ass We...
Ballin' Uncontrollably Ballin' Uncontrollably
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, When I be it, I be it, shit, goes I'm ballin' out of control, girls know I'm loaded with But, shit, I'm stingy as I'm stingy 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 candy paint's If you're lucky, let you hug me, but that's all you get Then I'ma split, disappear, a of smoke is all you see Yeah...
Ballin' Uncontrollably Ballin' Uncontrollably
Bitch, get the fuck out my car if we ain't fuck I'm horny as fuck, bitch, are you suckin' my or what? I'll a chick in the butt, I really don't give a shit Is pretty Marshall gonna have to go me a bitch? You fuckin' keyed up my Bitch, I up my friends Don't think I won't beat a I'll kick a in the ribs You fuckin' retard, have you suckin' farts out my seat I'll you not to know how to control your bowels when you eat What the do you think that colostomy bag is for, looks? I ain't waste nine on you for you to not sing no hooks I fuckin' take a Make a Wish patient with me How 'bout coke inside of your saline solution IV? around and use it on me You tryna take my You fuckin' broad, get in back, you're comin' to Florida me, Tell your momma I'ma drop you off at the hospital We finna make run Take this gun and cover me, And your...
Uncontrollably Ballin' Ballin' Uncontrollably