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Albums:

Big Ballin' (Lil' Blacky) · Ballin' Underground (Yungstar) · Boss Ballin', Vol. 3: Greatest Hits (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Boss Ballin', Vol. 2: The Mob Bosses (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Ballin On Accident (50/50 Twin) · Flossin' N Ballin' (Krazy-K) · Greatest Hits : Still Big Ballin' (P.K.O.) · Still Big Ballin': Screwed (P.K.O.) · Legit Ballin' (Twista) · Twista Presents Legit Ballin' (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 16 other albums »


Ballin like a bitch, you can't tell me nothin'
'Cause I'm ballin like bitch
(uh-uh-huh) filthy ass rich
Swimming in this money
'Cause I'm ballin
The young king, the lil homie Tyga
It's yo turn, nigga, it's yo turn, playboy
West Coast stand up to this Careless World, people
Global flying
Straight motherfuckin' ballin', part 2
Still ballin', Westside!

Now, ever since a nigga was a seed
Only thing promised to me was
then I hit her with the fadeaway
Finger rollin' bitches, feel like Doctor J
All these haters wanna watch my play by play

Yeah we ballin' and we
Until God calls for me
I'mma keep ballin', keep on ballin'
To my niggas and my bitches looking down on me
I know y'all see me when I'm ballin'
You
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
I got a letter
Come to me by mail
My baby's comin' home
I hope that she don’t fail

You know I feel so good
Well, I feel so good
You know I
Broonzy
I got a letter, it come to me by mail,
My baby's comin' home, I hope that she don't fail.
You know I feel so good, I feel so good,
I feel
good, I feel just like ballin' the jack

Got down by the station, suitcase in his hand
My, my baby's comin' home
Lord, don't he look grand?

Well, I feel
My cocaina, come manana
So I could blow a couple dollars
She see these diamonds on my collar
She wanna fuck a fuckin baller

Ballin, She wanna
I got a letter
Come to me by mail
My baby's comin' home
I hope that she don’t fail

You know I feel so good
Well, I feel so good
You know I
She' don't know my name
She just know me by my aim (aim aim)
She just know me by my aim (aim aim)

Aim tyga man again
Got a little message for
Peep that, feel this, I'm in here with my, ah, Herschelwood Click
You know what I'm sayin', we ain't nuttin' but some, uh, ballers
Steady ballin' in
Pour out some liquor chase it with the juice
I came to party, what you came to do?

I got them Rosé bottles by the bucket
Grab your dawg and tell
Bitch I'm ballin', bitch I'm ballin', racked up, no wallet
Keep a bad bitch in my team, I should join the league
NBA, never broke again, never going
I got a letter, it come to me by mail
my baby's a-comin' home, I hope that she won't fail
because I feel so good, I feel so good
you know I feel
I got a letter
It come to me by mail
My baby's coming' home
I hope that she don't fail

[Chorus]
Because I feel so good
I feel so good
You
All right, it's your turn to give something back so let's hear a couple of chords. now where are ya ? come on!
I got a letter, it come to me by mail
alright, I propose a toast to the greatest
You be get up on this fly shit baby
It’s a fucking celebration, bitches

Ballin' in this bitch cause I’m better
Heyy-yo, heyy-yo, we speedballin..

Livin by the grace of God
At the pace of the Devil life is hard, we speedballin
With no time to waste
I got a letter
It come to me by mail
My baby's coming' home
I hope that she don't fail

[Chorus]
Because I feel so good
I feel so good
You
ballin' with my homies! c'mon widdit!

Rollin' with the Mossie, we never get bored
There's not another Click, with more points scored
The breezies by
Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
It's fin to be a good Christmas this year
Santa know when you're good or bad and we're ballin'

The music's
instead, you took a cap
They say Tyga and Diggy but Rocky been Jiggy
Curren$y from the Wiz ain't enough to get me home
Can't really hate when they compare
take me to this world
Now there's always time, to getcha
I guess by now you get the picture
of what I'm tryin to say
I'm ballin outta control