| Got me some bread, made some paper
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| Costly fabrics, minks and gators bitch I’m balling
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| (diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good
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| Got diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good)
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| Before I jump up out my silk sheets, and hop off in the shower
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| It’s already understood, I got the money and the power
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| I grab the baby powder, under shirt and white tee
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| My Dickies, fitted cap and white one’s that’s me
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| A hundred karats worth of rocks, courtesy of Johnny
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| I roll a couple blunts, and load up the Tommy
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| Ready to get my stunt on, my pockets on swoll
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| Now all I gotta do, is see which car I’m finna roll
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| Now I can take the Benz, or I can take the Rover
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| And if I pull the Bentley Coupe out, then it’s over
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| But I’mma keep it O-G, and pull out the slab
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| So I can sit on buck, and have some wood grain to grab
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| Last but not least, before I pull out on the scene
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| You know I gotta po' me up, my oily cup of lean
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| I’ve been stacking all this green, now it’s time for some spending
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| I’ve been cool about this grinding, but ain’t no mo' pretending
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| Now if you see me in the shopping center, walking down the hall
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| It’s already understood, that I’m buying out the mall
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| I got six homies with me, and at least two freaks
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| Man we looking for the Louis, and the Gucci boutiques
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| I keep the flyest footwear, and the newest Locs
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| And if I get some’ing for me, I’m getting some’ing for my folks
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| Cause we all gon be fitted up, we all popping tags
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| We all walking out of this mall, with big bags
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| And I ain’t gotta brag, you can see it for yourself
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| I got ballers on my right side, and ballers on my left
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| We ain’t from the same hoods, but it’s all to the good
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| We bout getting this money, like some real G’s should
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| And we ain’t knocking nobody’s hustle, why plex man
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| You only hate on yourself, when you hating on the next man
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| You can’t be like Bun B, so why try to
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| Get your own bread, and you can ball just like I do
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| Before I pull up to the valet, and hop out of the car
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| It’s already understood, that we buying out the bar
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| It’s a line around the corner, people trying to get inside
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| But a playa like myself, is finna walk right by it
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| Now move the velvet rope, and keep the scanner
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| You don’t wanna see us angry, like we David Banner
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| 2000 and 5, Tony Montana haters
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| Ain’t no need for you to knock us, just congratulate us
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| We done made it out the ghetto, by staying on the grind
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| We focused on the paper chase, with money on our mind
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| Now we just wanna shine, buy some bottles and pop em
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| So if you see niggas out there, playa hating then stop em
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| Cause we don’t really wanna have, to bust a motherfucker’s head
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| We just wanna holla at bad bitches, and spend this bread
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| We buying everybody drinks, and making it rain
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| Cause I’mma rep, like a motherfucking underground king |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Im Ballin , by - Bun B. Song from the album Trill, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп