Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I'm Ballin , by - Bun B. Song from the album Trill (Amended), in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 14.08.2013
Record label: Rap-A-Lot
Song language: English
I'm Ballin |
| Got me some bread, made some paper |
| Costly fabrics, minks and gators bitch I’m balling |
| (diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good |
| Got diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good) |
| Before I jump up out my silk sheets, and hop off in the shower |
| It’s already understood, I got the money and the power |
| I grab the baby powder, under shirt and white tee |
| My Dickies, fitted cap and white one’s that’s me |
| A hundred karats worth of rocks, courtesy of Johnny |
| I roll a couple blunts, and load up the Tommy |
| Ready to get my stunt on, my pockets on swoll |
| Now all I gotta do, is see which car I’m finna roll |
| Now I can take the Benz, or I can take the Rover |
| And if I pull the Bentley Coupe out, then it’s over |
| But I’mma keep it O-G, and pull out the slab |
| So I can sit on buck, and have some wood grain to grab |
| Last but not least, before I pull out on the scene |
| You know I gotta po' me up, my oily cup of lean |
| I’ve been stacking all this green, now it’s time for some spending |
| I’ve been cool about this grinding, but ain’t no mo' pretending |
| Now if you see me in the shopping center, walking down the hall |
| It’s already understood, that I’m buying out the mall |
| I got six homies with me, and at least two freaks |
| Man we looking for the Louis, and the Gucci boutiques |
| I keep the flyest footwear, and the newest Locs |
| And if I get some’ing for me, I’m getting some’ing for my folks |
| Cause we all gon be fitted up, we all popping tags |
| We all walking out of this mall, with big bags |
| And I ain’t gotta brag, you can see it for yourself |
| I got ballers on my right side, and ballers on my left |
| We ain’t from the same hoods, but it’s all to the good |
| We bout getting this money, like some real G’s should |
| And we ain’t knocking nobody’s hustle, why plex man |
| You only hate on yourself, when you hating on the next man |
| You can’t be like Bun B, so why try to |
| Get your own bread, and you can ball just like I do |
| Before I pull up to the valet, and hop out of the car |
| It’s already understood, that we buying out the bar |
| It’s a line around the corner, people trying to get inside |
| But a playa like myself, is finna walk right by it |
| Now move the velvet rope, and keep the scanner |
| You don’t wanna see us angry, like we David Banner |
| 2000 and 5, Tony Montana haters |
| Ain’t no need for you to knock us, just congratulate us |
| We done made it out the ghetto, by staying on the grind |
| We focused on the paper chase, with money on our mind |
| Now we just wanna shine, buy some bottles and pop em |
| So if you see niggas out there, playa hating then stop em |
| Cause we don’t really wanna have, to bust a motherfucker’s head |
| We just wanna holla at bad bitches, and spend this bread |
| We buying everybody drinks, and making it rain |
| Cause I’mma rep, like a motherfucking underground king |