i m ballin ballin ballin bitch don t know what else to call this shit all this gualas i brought with me i fuck around and spend all this shit i fuck around spend all this shit i m ballin ballin ballin bitch i fuck around spend all this shit i m ballin ballin ballin bitch don t know what else to call this shit all this gualas i brought with me i fuck around and spend all this shit i fuck around spend all this shit i m ballin ballin ballin bitch i fuck around spend all this shit i started off fucked up finally got my weight up still trying to figure out what the fuck you hating for when i come around it feel just like an appraisal independent nigga getting it in just like the majors thumbing through the checks feel like a nigga turning pages if you was cool and ain t no more you ve done us both a favor eighties baby grew up on a pistol and a pager got a free quarter ounce i bet a hundred on the lakers i should say against them you know i m riding with the heat at the corner store with my box chevy box of rubbers box of swisher sweets still got a bitch that got a bitch that ll get your bitch to leave switch up freaks like i swap my whips that shit ain t real as shit to me i get to the money partner you too broke to talk to me i been counting up all this week on top of my shit like a toilet seat im rich just like i oughta be and being real dont cost a fee tell your girl come ride with me dick buffet all she can eat loud pack in a mason jar drive slow in a race car this yellow bitch im in traffic with she fine as shit and she paid for nah this ho cant be my wife just make sure you roll my weed up right made my eyes so low it looks like im gonna cook me fried rice im ballin ballin ballin bitch in a car that costs like 40 bricks bought a case of sprite and imma pour codeine in all this shit these niggas aint trill these niggas policing on the low take a niggas bitch and leave the club but he can put an app on that ho  screeching no reason saved by the bell this bitch to the right pretty face tall white with a smile like lisa big booty diva broke a brick down need a band of zap and three hundred for the os of reefer twenty five bags of the og kush and the grandaddy purp come weekly xans and tabs in the air no slab but thank god for my people on the road doing show after show after show and i still eat good off features clunking gold and tweaking if the streets ain t got no lean say they bought like nine 50 for the seal i say i need it took time this crooks fine had bad karma i shook mine jab good slip excellent uppercuts my hook s fine refrigeration illustration ice on got niggas hating foreign whip foreign bitch what that is immigration overcooked dope bags cocaine if it cook too long then they may complain dope game both lanes won t say no names dont make propane won t make no change from the ghetto work that s why i m ballin i m ballin if you ve got a problem with it i ain t sorry i ain t sorry i m ballin ballin ballin bitch don t know what else to call this shit all this gualas i brought with me i fuck around and spend all this shit i fuck around spend all this shit i m ballin ballin ballin bitch i fuck around spend all this shit i m ballin ballin ballin bitch don t know what else to call this shit all this gualas i brought with me i fuck around and spend all this shit i fuck around spend all this shit i m ballin ballin ballin bitch i fuck around spend all this shit3