Lyrics:
a bear papa, hunnid kush, roll it
Nigga try to see me, get kilt by appointment
Your son wanna be me, get fly in the Lambo
Hello, I'm ballin'
Ain't shit
spinnin.....my spreewells spinnin spinnin spinnin
now that's me coming wit dem playa made mexicans that's baby
Bash on dat a** thankin presidents some call her
(yeah)
Ballin but I ain't nothing to admire, nah
Most days I'm actually uninspired, blah
Show up at my door with your dudes
Bash windows, pop their tires
' ballin' - Bitches am Stalken Stalken Stalken - komme aus
Dem Norden Norden Norden - Homes
Baby, by the way
Steht mir die Welt zu Füßen, by the way
Tourlife
And if it cost a hundred grand it's a supercar
I'm still ballin', 20 still crawlin'
Like retarded kids, my DVD's stallin'
Lakers still callin', but we
it
Ain’t hop on the wave so don’t get you no bread
Distracted by money like nigga we get it
ask for a handout lil nigga just dead it
Ballin I’m ballin
your parakeet, with scissors, clip his head
Then get the charcoal, whassup, burn your dog's legs
Walk by the barbershop, and hit the glass with eggs
Then
today
Ballin like I'm signed to play
It's common buying diamonds eating ramen
On a private planе
Disrespectful shooters with mе
They'll make your mom
war nicht die beste
Ah´
Du redest hinterm Rücken wie Clark Devlin
Ego grösser als meine Kindheits Parker von Benetton
Step by step baby bitte keine eile
ballin 'cause we all clockin dollas
that's why
I packed as an eagle
people be lookin at me smokingly roll by bomb-beagles
rap is like a kilo,
yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, skrrt)
Ride it like a Kawasaki (What? Vroom)
I know you want me, lil' baby
You look so excited
(Look so excited, yeah, yeah,
that win
And the enormous fields disperse of rap
On the road to the riches, more furs to drag
More niggas to kill and birds to bag
Hit the jeweler
disperse of rap
On the road to the riches more furs to drag
More niggaz to kill, than birds to bag
Hit the jeweler and splurge the tab, uh
Hops, out
the money feels when it’s fresh
They see the chain on the neck
And they see the fur in the vette
They know I’m the real Deal
Could tell by the way that I step
oh
I just chill 'em eighteen, y'all all
Brass Barbies clashing glasses of scotch
White linin' off the mirror, 8 ballin'
Calling grape schnapps pretty
of Schindler's while
We hang up a swastika
You never saw nobody sicker
I'll light a cop on fire and
Laugh while the flames flicker
Dump a bloody baby in
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
The first and fifth-teenth so insecurr
Cut that coke 'til it's so unpure
We all need furs by December the third
Cause you heard
Chicago winters is extra burr
[Chorus: Repeat 4x]
Gotta make the paper
Can't let the paper make me
La di da di da di da
Thug come up in a fresh white Benz
Baby mama
Everything I'm rockin baby u
Can't pay the cost
This shit expensive from my
Bobo's to my socks
And I got all this shit up
At the thrift for half off
Ballin
in the sky, call those Air Mags
All up in Neiman's, coppin' shit like fuck a price tag
I'm ballin', ain't near a rap nigga in the game that I'm
back in 96' I need a new lick
But I got on a handle that function Legit Ballin or nuthin
I got it down kinda like dreadlocks
Smackin like Red Fox
get all in my pants (damn)
Fly up then PanAm,
Always in beast mode,
But Peter said no lamb skin,
Fake furs, no fake sneakers,
I'm ballin in Balmain
the islands
Buy a nigga anything he want, two 15's in the trunk homeboy I'm stylin'
Riding by them, fake niggas don't like him
Real ones get inspired
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