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Addicted to ballin'

ScHoolboy Q

Addicted to Ballin'

Mustard on the beat, hoe!

Addicted to ballin', I have to get my cash
The money is callin', got bands, got bands, got bands
I'm addicted

Mhmm Hmmm
Stacking up this money like I should be
Drowning out any thoughts about
What could have been should have been
All the bullshit

put my mans down
I been cooking up my name is all across The Land now
I been putting work it was no help it was no handouts
I been making money stunting

that bitch
Mehn that's sick
Amma player by default
6 feet tall
Amma take you shopping
We be ballin' in the mall
That's all
So i hit it then i dip
Then

the perky in his eyes
All about that money
He do whatever
Just to make it by
Loyal to them niggas
That shit get you crossed
Like a puzzle
Careful who you run

Sometimes

Noreaga

Belly

1998

Yo I grew up like the regular thug I think I told you that
My only means of gettin money was to sell the crack
I shot a nigga did a bid nigga all

And I just went and bought you another one DJ Khaled where the best
I might go flex they gone see me "I'M MAKIN MONEY"
I told my parents come see me " I'M

And this is the time you both
Take each other personal
It's paranoia
The pair of you have been in division
All by the time cop
With the willing participants

over
I just took that cab, I got hundred sizes of mudd
How am I gunnin' on gang? I got hundred sizes in the trunk, yeah
All of my money insane, I

Glamour, glamour, glamour

Yeah, I'm bringing all your ammo
Yeah, I'm switching, I'm switching
Just like Tony Montana
My red Vans Santana

My red Vans

I can feel it
Told my mama I ain gone stop til I get ah hunnit million
Middle fingers to da sky don't give no fucks about no feelings
bet not turn no

my boo
Oh they fresh (Oh Yea), Who we? (Who We?)
Yes y'all (That's right), Ooh oui (Oh yea)
French yes (Uh Huh)
Bon nui, That's a good night
To you

the do-it-all placebo
It's suitable to hedonists, the fruit of my people
The dietary supplement the poor gotta be broke
Provided by your government, the suits

in me

My niggas on it pistol on me
Fuck nigga this your issue homie
All this drama on my brain
Lawyer about one hundred
This that shit that come with

to) stack all my chips yeah
Never worry about a Bitch yeah
Why do my life come with risk dam and all the gone homies I miss yeah
I cannot lack

cap we all about a dolla we be road runnin for checcs
Me and Boi Rippa got now my youngin' Peso he got next
We got money pounds and ammo and we drug

powder i been whippin' in this
(kitchen) for some hours

I got money (I got money)
I bought freedom (I bought freedom)
I earned my shit riding in
Them

wanna talk about that too (Yeah)
I just been making moves (Move)
I just been locked in my booth (Yeah)
You say that we moving, got big big drip (Big drip)

and break her spine
Now I keep going up, I can never decline
All my niggas on point at the nick of the time
Smoking that potent the zip it divine
You know we

jungle
I only wanna sleep

I turn the light off/on again
Hit my pillow, still the same
Count all the money in the pocket
And clean my nose
That other name

All my niggaz play hard ball in the trap
All we do is work all day
If you pull up on us like you really want it
Nigga its gonna be a long ass day
I got

Niggaz Done Started Something

DMX

It's Dark and Hell Is Hot

down until I eat
Motherfuckers think it's all about impressing bitches and stressing bitches
Well, I'm testing bitches game, addressing bitches,

You know what I'm sayin' it like my whole life; I mean what's life all about right? Graduating, getting a good job, get out. Making that dough you

I be the eggs on a french toast
Fuck a cover, the back, and the centerfold
Ima go retarded, my flow two years old
I'm cold, like the ice in