Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ballin , by - Kevin Gates. Release date: 12.02.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ballin |
| 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 |
| I’m rich just like I oughta be, and being real don’t 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 I’m in traffic with |
| She fine as shit and she paid for |
| Nah this ho can’t be my wife, just make sure you roll my weed up right |
| Made my eyes so low, it looks like I’m gonna cook me fried rice |
| I’m 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 ain’t trill, these niggas policing on the low |
| Take a nigga’s 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 O’s 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 crook’s 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 |
| Don’t 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 shit |