Ballin

Ooh (oh, 10), I swear to motherfuckin' God, nigga
Ayy, they ain't, ayy, they ain't feelin' what I'm feelin', nigga
I'ma pop it

Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin'
I been doin' this shit, life on the line, I say: I'm all in
Oh, I can't get 'em off me, I'm walkin' awesome
I'm ready to die about my money if I'm dyin' for somethin'
I'm ballin' and I'm ballin'
Baby, can you stop that callin'?
Bitch, you ain't want me
Nasty ho might call the laws on me
'Cause she know I cut up like this soon as she leave (she leave), yeah (yeah, uh)

These pussy-ass niggas been talkin' that shit, soon as I trip, don't tell me nothin'
Bitch, go on, you pushin' buttons, old nasty ho, I ain't do you nothin'
How I come from that? Now, look, I'm playin' with this
Kept a gun inside my hand (yeah)
Control the land when I come 'round that bitch (yeah)
Nigga, I'll bust it at your mans, I'm with that shit (yeah)
Money the only thing that I fuckin' need (uh)
Nigga, I ain't no child, bitch, you gon' die, you ain't gon' fuck with me (uh, yeah)
I could tell you all the things they done to me and it ain't make-believe (no)
I done put you in position, bitch went to trippin', actin' fake with me (ho)
I'll fight that boy like Joe Frazier (go), I'm a baller, bitch, go ask Deja
Bitch, she a Gaulden, Jazz won't leave me, bitch, keep talkin', I cannot hate you
Prayin' that my money fall, you wanna see that, keep waitin'
When I see you, bitch, gon' look like I been speed racin', I'ma tell 'em all

Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin'
I been doin' this shit, life on the line, I say: I'm all in
Oh, I can't get 'em off me, I'm walkin' awesome (bitch, I'ma ball)
I'm ready to die about my money if I'm dyin' for somethin' (yeah)
I'm ballin' and I'm ballin'
Baby, can you stop that callin'?
Bitch, you ain't want me
Nasty ho might call the laws on me (on me)
'Cause she know I cut up like this soon as she leave, yeah, yeah, uh (soon as she leave me, uh)

Uh, love letter to my fans, I done fell in love again (again)
Gave her more than all my mans and I found out she was playin' (bah)
When the money hit my hands, then I do the runnin' man (yeah, yeah)
I'ma show you, bitch, you'll never come back round without you sayin'
You's a baller, a baller, I'm sorry, Top, for all
I'm the motherfuckin' man, and, bitch, you knowin' you was wrong (damn)
I got off my ass and used my hands, I'm a man
She on Twitter talkin' bad, can't call her phone

Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin'
I been doin' this shit, life on the line, I say: I'm all in
Oh, I can't get 'em off me, I'm walkin' awesome
I'm ready to die about my money if I'm dyin' for somethin'
I'm ballin' and I'm ballin'
Baby, can you stop that callin'?
Bitch, you ain't want me
Nasty ho might call the laws on me
'Cause she know I cut up like this soon as she leave, yeah, yeah

Uh, uh, this 'Veeta
How you're doin'?
You hatin'-ass bitch
You pussy-ass nigga
Scary-ass wannabe killer
You heard me?
You know how we do it, you know, you know how we done it
And you know how we comin'
Whenever the fuck we runnin', you heard me?
You bitch-ass niggas better stay the fuck out my way, huh
I ain't got nothin' else to say