Ballin Lyrics

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, yeah
'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, ol' 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
Control the land, when I come around that bitch
I'll bust it at your man's, I'm with that shit
Money thе only thing that I fuckin' need
Nigga, I ain't no child, bitch, you gon' die, you ain't gon' fuck with me
I could tell you all thе things they done to me and it ain't make believe (No)
I done put you in position, bitch, went to trippin', and actin' fake with me (Ho)
I 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 a bitch, gon' look like I been speed racin', I'ma tell 'em off

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'? (Eugh)
Bitch, you ain't want me
Nasty ho, might call the laws on me (Yeah, on me)
'Cause she know I cut up like this soon as she leave, yeah, yeah, uh (Soon as she leave me)

Uh, love letter to my fans, I done fell in love, again
Gave her more than all my man's and I found out she was playin'
When the money hit my hands, then I do the runnin' man (Yeah)
I'ma show you, bitch (Yeah), you'll never come back round without you sayin', "You was a baller, a baller
Look, 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 hand, 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