Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Str8 Ballin, artist - ScHoolboy Q. Album song Blank Face, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.07.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: ScHoolboy Q
Song language: English
Str8 Ballin |
| Figured that I gotta sell dope, or the money won’t grow |
| Figured I was Too Short, and I could never turn pro |
| You could tell I never had shit, but bet I get that 80 grand wrist |
| Told me we could never get rich |
| Now watch me ride the Chevy hit the switch |
| Straight ballin' like a bitch |
| Aye, riding through the city on chrome |
| Ghetto nigga out the sunroof, hey, foreign keys bitch please |
| Straight ballin' like a bitch |
| Flossin' in the mind, stuntin' like the first, shufflin' the work |
| Uh, I done came from the dirt |
| Now the engine make the tire go skrrt |
| Used to sleep with roaches cracky uncle and all |
| Now a hundred thousand just a hour involved |
| So easy how I make a mill' flip |
| Snoop ain’t the only rich crip, nigga |
| From sleepin' on Tops couch to multiple bank accounts |
| To havin' me a mall for house |
| They tried to slim my chances as kid though |
| They always said I’d never make it big though |
| Straight ballin' like a bitch |
| Picture me rollin', ooh |
| Straight outta the ghetto to a deluxe apartment in the sky |
| Straight ballin' like a bitch |
| Picture me rollin', ooh, yea |
| I used to smoke bush, now all this kush got me so high |
| Yeah, so high, so high |
| I used to smoke bush, now all this kush got me so high |
| Straight ballin' like a bitch |
| So high |
| Straight ballin' like a bitch |
| So high |
| Straight ballin' like a bitch |
| Straight ballin' like a bitch |
| Straight ballin' like a bitch |
| Aye, wait, waitin' on my turn to get paid |
| Nigga trying to make a mill' a day |
| Put that rental on in the interstate |
| Since a youngin' I was gifted |
| Momma bought me some things for the bitches |
| Bruh, I go through some things you gotta witness |
| Stomach get to mumblin' at night |
| Watchin' every car that drive by, lookin' every driver in the eye |
| 52nd enterprise, marchin' in these Chucks like they boots |
| Money make a pussy get the juice |
| Money make the copper give a pass |
| Money make me cop a bigger roof |
| Money got me skippin' every class |
| Tryna kill 'em for the summer |
| The teachers ain’t teachin', the judge taught us numbers |
| We was raised by single mothers |
| Pop once took us undercover |
| Through the streets we learned colors |
| Hiding from the reaper tryna' dodge the cage |
| This shit I’ve done to rhyme on this stage |
| I went from king of the corner |
| To breaking down weed on my diploma |
| Straight ballin' like a bitch |
| Picture me rollin', ooh |
| Straight outta the ghetto to a deluxe apartment in the sky |
| Straight ballin' like a bitch |
| Picture me rollin', ooh, yea |
| I used to smoke bush, now all this kush got me so high |
| Yeah, so high, so high |
| I used to smoke bush, now all this kush got me so high |
| Straight ballin' like a bitch |
| So high |
| Straight ballin' like a bitch |
| So high |
| Straight ballin' like a bitch |
| Straight ballin' like a bitch |
| Straight ballin' like a bitch |