Lyrics:
loose around the neck and make sure hoes in check
So if you gon' fill a nigga cup, fill it up with paper
'Cause we ballaholics bitch, ain't nothin'
bitch
I Chris Brown run it (yeah)
I fly around the world gettin got damn money
(moneh)
I'm a ballaholic and you niggas on a budget
(oh) fill a swisher
a Niggah owe me
Guess what
he better pay up
Imma ballaholic
Swear this shit in my nature
Flexing on these niggahs
While I'm spending this paper
Fucking
ballaholics everyday
We're not your ordinary niggaz
Our only motive is to get paid
We're just some real ass niggaz
We're ballaholics everyday
We're not
Hmm..
Hmm...
Hmm....
[Chorus: (x2)]
Big Ballin, BRC made nigga
Shot callin, Beelow the ballaholic never falling
In the original Navi we
thinkin they ballin
But we really ballaholics
We just out the way
Itinerary
It's a lot today
Bags tend to vary
But you got to pay
Can't fill my steps
That's
are now a Ballaholic
Just like my team (Dipset, Dipset)
Shouts to Diddy, T.I., Birdman, Dro (Ho)
Remix!
It's like showbiz, ballin'
Throw me a bone and some crumbs watch me turn it over and flip it
Ballatician, man, ballaholic I'm ballerific
Stop and listen give me yo undivided
a dummy
your chick is gettin money
from lettin these ballaholics lay deep off in her tummy
just like fat tone say
I know what she did
suck dick all day
baby, I'm a ballaholic
Slash alcoholic, slash percaholic, slash Percules
Pray to God these drugs ain't hurtin' me (hey man)
Gun on my hip so I'm not
Extravaganza
You are now a Ballaholic
Just like my team (Dipset, Dipset)
Shouts to Diddy, T.I., Birdman, Dro (Ho)
Remix!
It's like showbiz, ballin'
in the hood pimp, rollin' on a gar
I plead to the Judge, I'm guilty of the charge
Imma balla-holic, can't help it Imma star
You see the yellow ice,
good. Joc buy the bar
Catch me in the hood pimp, rolling on a 'gar
I plead to the judge I'm guilty of the charge
I'ma ballaholic, can't help it I'ma star
girl, you should find it
Huh, I've been ballin' super hard baby, I'm a ballaholic, huh
Slash alcoholic, huh, slash percaholic, huh, slash percules
Pray
a ball-a-holic
But her insides are torn apart
Just like the Mona Lisa
She smiles with a heavy heart
All she ever wanted was love
But only learned how to fuck
So
woke up like the last
Obito I lost my mask
Flushing out
BB simons popping out
In a renty dashing out
Play with numbers balling out
Ballaholic stay with
to myself because
I'm always out discussions
I feel like Riley Freeman
I'm a fuckin' Ball-A-Holic
It's a target, look at what I started
Number (N) ine up
a circus
A ballaholic, gotta get the bag even though I'm hurting
I knew that these bitches jealous, in the bushes saw them lurking
Heart broken into pieces
thang in the club, like you want in that drama
[T-Pop:]
Let me, just slide on in
I'm bound to hold bar, plus I'm sipping on gin
I'm a ball-a-holic, up in
split up the loot
By this time tomorrow boys, we be chillin' in Cancun
Beelow talking:
Ballaholic you know what I'm saying
It's drought season, we had
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