Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ballin' , by - Fat Joe. Release date: 18.03.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ballin' |
| Ballin', dribble dribble shoot swish |
| Ballin', do it like this, bitch |
| Ballin', steppin out of Saks Fifth Ballin', Everyday is Christmas |
| Ballin', Cash rules everything around me |
| Ballin', Cash rules everything around me Ballin', |
| Cash rules everything around me Ballin', |
| If you ain’t gettin money you from round me (Ballin') |
| No matter the weather, can’t imagine it better |
| Got me lookin' for clear in the Bill Cosby sweater |
| Hundred bottles is better and they come in those cases |
| I’m talkin' peoples and places, we make it light |
| up like Vegas Ugh, I swear this bitch is dumb as shit |
| But her ass is even dumber now thats dumber and dumber |
| How to take off a summer |
| Took a flight out to Russia, we even flew out her mother huh |
| Fuck you niggas talkin' bout? |
| At the Rucker I was abot to bring Jordan out |
| They want to get |
| Coke wet cause of my fan base |
| I used to get coke wet, I had to fan base |
| Ballin', Cash rules everything around me |
| Ballin', Cash rules everything around me Ballin', |
| Cash rules everything around me Ballin', |
| If you ain’t gettin money you from round me (Ballin') |
| O Versace shades and some OG J’s |
| Keep some OG blaze cause that’s what got me paid |
| Rockin all this Wang, they look at me strange |
| Lots of DiamondAir when I’m on the plane |
| Ridin' through the city me and Joe crack |
| A pound of what I’m puffin' cost you four stacks |
| Niggas get it twisted cause my tour selled |
| What the fuck you think a nigga was before rap? |
| And my crib I new and I talk shit in my interviews |
| And my wife called my interludes |
| I don’t break laws I just bend the rules |
| Got racks might spend a few |
| Couldn’t walk a day in my shoes |
| Got my own day you seen it in the news |
| Presidential smoke presidential Role' |
| Porsche 911, picture me rollin' |
| Poppin' champagne OG kush-a-holic' |
| Put that in your phone, whether you call it |
| Hahahaha, coke up in her bra |
| Nerve of you all a crip is a Colliseum Olajuwon nigga I just Akeem |
| Worry about the bell, my niggas they got to free em |
| hampagne dreams and broke pockets |
| This why we call em niggas false prophets |
| Ballin', bitch I’m fuckin ballin' |
| You can call me Spalding |
| Or maybe even Rawlings Met her at the |
| Esseses over there in New Orleans |
| She said she kinda shy but her body keep callin' |
| Yeah they keep callin', I ain’t even into them |
| Niggas jump ship, Pirates of the Carribean |
| Tell Wiz roll and smoke foggin' my glasses |
| Niggas is my sons, I acclaim em on my taxes |
| Look how big her ass is, I think she got the Nicki plan |
| Ballin', but I ain’t passin or dribblin' |