Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Post Bail Ballin, artist - Lil Wayne. Album song FWA, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 02.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Young Money
Song language: English
Post Bail Ballin |
| Hundred thousand on a small ass chain |
| Hundred thousand on a bottle champagne |
| Half a million for a watch with no diamonds |
| Brought cash to the jewelers, still had change |
| Ooh, sharks in the crib and in the back yard |
| Elevator in the house, never got stuck |
| I just looked in the mirror, got star struck |
| I just looked at your bitch and got eye fucked |
| Who the fuck wanna race? |
| Put your money up |
| All you see is license plates, far in front of you |
| I gave a bad bitch a taste of the good life |
| She licked her lips twice and told me I’m yummier |
| Glass house on the block, 5 floors in it |
| Got a picture on the wall that costs more than it |
| You observing it, I’m absorbing it |
| Judge mad cause a nigga make more than him |
| Ignoring him, I know you can’t ignore the rims |
| I’m going in until I’m pourin' in more than M’s |
| I’m courting in swimsuit models that don’t know who I am |
| In foreign twins, I tell 'em that I star in films |
| My warrant clear as day like Doris is |
| When I ain’t trippin', my lawyers is |
| So what the charges is? |
| Put it on my tap, baller shit |
| I’m from the cell to the mall with this |
| Now tell them motherfuckers sign |
| I’m post bail ballin', post bail ballin' |
| Go tell the warden I’m, I’m post bail ballin' |
| Post bail ballin', go tell the warden I’m |
| Soon as I get home I’m going to get that brand new Bentley |
| I’ma honk the horn, riding past the penitentiary |
| And I’ma drive slow, riding past the elementary |
| Then give it to my woes, tell 'em, don’t even mention it |
| One time for the hustlers and the young moms |
| My presidential is crunch time, looking in my son’s eyes |
| Only time I see a upside |
| I tell him he gon' be a tough guy and never be a punchline |
| Tell him never wait in one line, tell him not even a lunch line |
| Pray more than some times |
| When the cops come you tongue-tied |
| Take dirt, make a mud pie |
| Lookin' out the window, in the coupe with a bimbo |
| Talking 'bout who she resemble |
| Bitch you in a Enzo, stop being so simple |
| Now fuck me like we in a limbo |
| I ain’t got time to kill, I got voids to fill |
| I got ocean views, I got water bills |
| I got cards to deal, i got hearts to steal |
| I got larger wheels on my automobile |
| I lost appeal, the bullshit cost me a mil |
| It brought me to tears, I came home and brought me a crib |
| I walked through that bitch, strapped when it’s dark in that bitch |
| And through hell and high water, I just walk through that bridge |
| I got a full cup of lean that I saw in the fridge |
| I started to swig, but ended up drinking all of that shit |
| Cause I deserve it, I be working hard for all of this shit |
| I step into a Rolls Royce when I walk out then pen |
| My nigga I’m, I’m post bail ballin, post bail ballin' |
| Go tell the warden I’m, I’m post bail ballin' |
| Post bail ballin', go tell the warden I’m, I’m post bail ballin' |
| Farewell warden, I’m post bail ballin' |
| Go tell the warden I’m, post bail ballin' |
| Inmate Carter, post bail ballin' |
| Soon as I get home I’m going to get that brand new Bentley |
| I’ma honk the horn, riding past the penitentiary |
| And I’ma drive slow, riding past the elementary |
| Then give it to my woes, tell 'em, don’t even mention it |
| Soon as I get home I’m going to get that brand new Bentley |