Lyrics B.L.A.B. (Ballin Like A B*tch) - Ace Hood

B.L.A.B. (Ballin Like A B*tch)

I am smoking on that gas
Life should be on Cinemax
Movie, I bought my boo bigger, bigger, than a bigger ass
Who he’s, not I, I smoke strong, that Popeye
Louie V’s in my archives, black diamonds, apartheid
Bread up and my top down
On the block with a block out
Hit ya ass with that block out
Throwin' up that go in ya nostril
I take ya girl and kidnap her
Feed her to my mattress
A skeleton in my closet
It’s probably a dead ass rapper
It’s probably…
Don’t try me I pull that?
Got ya car note in my car
And your rent in my swisha
Pussy so good I miss ya
Dick game’s so vicious
And all I get is cheese
Like I’m taking pictures
I say fuck you, ‘less I’m wit' ya
If I take you out of the picture
I know real real gon' miss ya
No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i
No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i
Real real, say word, he aint never told no lie
He aint never told no lie
Say word, he aint never told no lie
he aint never told no lie
Real real, say true
he aint never told no lie
he aint never told no lie
Thats a thing I don’t do
Nah I just do it for the niggas
that try to see a million ‘fore they die
Wattup
2 Chainz and Champagne
You want true, that’s true enough
Forbes list like every year
My office is my tour bus
She came through, she brought food
She got fucked, she knew wassup
She think I’m the realest out
And I say «damn, that makes two of us»
Oh that look like what’s her name
Chances are it is whats her name
Chances are, if she was acting up
Then I fucked her once and never fucked again
She could have a Grammy, I still treat that ass like a nominee
Just need to know what that pussy like so one time it’s fine with me
Young ass, an intern, but money like I build the shit
Streets talking they’ll confirm
Go ask them who just killed this shit
Stay keeping my cup full so I’m extra charged like estate tax
Me an Chainz go way back
We don’t talk the talk, we just say facts
I say fuck you, ‘less I’m wit' ya
If I take you out of the picture
I know real niggas gon' miss ya
No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i
No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i
Real real
Say word, he aint never told no lie
He aint never told no lie
Real, real, say word, he aint never told no lie
he aint never told no lie
Real real, say true
he aint never told no lie
he aint never told no lie
Thats a thing I don’t do
Nah I just do it for the niggas
that try to see a million ‘fore they die
Wattup
Name a nigga that want some
I’ll out rap his ass
I’ll trap his ass
Put his ass in a plastic bag with his trash ass
Take ‘em out, bring ‘em in
Them whole things, Tupac without a nose ring
Thug Life, one wife, a mistress and a girlfriend
I did what they say I wouldn’t
Went where they say I couldn’t (true)
YSL Belt buckle
Ya’ll niggas sure is looking
Ya’ll niggas sure is lucky
2 Chainz on my rugby
Left hand on that steering wheel
Right hand on that?