Addicted To Ballin' (feat. ScHoolboy Q) - Kamaiyah

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, four keys nigga 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' Straight outta the ghetto to a deal thats a apartment in the sky I used to smoke bush, now all this kush got me so high Yeah, so high I used to smoke bush, now all this kush got me so high Straight ballin' like a bitch 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 gave 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 So in 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 the corner To breaking down weed on my diploma Straight ballin' like a bitch Picture me rollin' Straight outta the ghetto to a deal thats a apartment in the sky Straight ballin' like a bitch Picture me rollin' I used to smoke bush, now all this kush got me so high Yeah, so high I used to smoke bush, now all this kush got me so high Straight ballin' like a bitch Straight ballin' like a bitch So high, So high, Yeah Straight ballin' like a bitch Straight ballin' like a bitch Straight ballin' like a bitch

To the beat beat beat X3 Im so high, lets get high X2 To the beat beat beat 1: I'm gettin' turnt, time to pop a half In 30 minutes then it be another half In 15, its another half Pop another one in 5, man this ain't the half Im with my niggas gettin' faded uh Cognac, vodka, gin and rum thats my favorite uh Getting twisted trippin every night like vegas Her friend gon eat her friend Tell her friend to save me some Uh, back with my niggas ridin four deep Bumpin Kendrick, poppin pills, prolly OD With my nigga Soul, groovy off the OE My lil nigga foulin, she supply the tree, paul jeremy Ay get me higher uh Roll the windows back your car off let your tires uh A nigga stressin', take me from my problems uh I think im comin' down, just make sure I'm the highest uh! Who got the weed, nigga get me fucked up(fucked up) Who got the drank, nigga get me fucked up(fucked up) Who got the lean, nigga get me fucked up(fucked up) Who got the E, nigga get me fucked up(fucked up) I'm fucked up, nigga get me fucked up(fucked up) x4 2: Oooh, please dont tell my mama I been Takin ecstasy and smoking marijuana, oooh Uh, yeah thats how it is, uh No my shit ain't for the kids Bitch I said I turnt her off Sunny D gon keep me on Swear to God we smoked it all Keep on smokin till its gone Man, that ho gon fuck us all Know the words to every song Her lips on my peace pipe Baby can we get along, uhh Lets turn it up a level, uhh Comin down so fast man look up at the devil, uhhh yeaah Lets pop a half Man I swear this ain't the half My crib your number, for a fair exchange Liquor, coke or ecstasy I'm dope girl, let me free your brain I'm goin' insane but physically im still the same Codeine Xanex keep me tame but nothings like my mary jane Who got the weed, nigga get me fucked up(fucked up) Who got the drank, nigga get me fucked up(fucked up) Who got the lean, nigga get me fucked up(fucked up) Who got the E, nigga get me fucked up(fucked up) I'm fucked up, nigga get me fucked up(fucked up) x4

This the shit that they need Tell me where are you from Drop your pants to your knees Yeah, I got the codeine Might pull up in my bucket This nine holds a good dozen Might slide up in your cousin Just made a mill and still thuggin' Niggas banged on me, but they should've shot me See, I hit the corner then spot him, got him Court date, but I skipped the bail Rather wig myself before I sit in jail Need a gang of weed and a pint of lean Got a hat say Figg on my gangsta tip Don't trust no ho, I might sock the bitch I'm apocalypse to your politics Might cop the Phantom, get ghost I can pay your bills with this coke Need an extra band for this smoke I can see for miles with this scope, nigga Got an oxy-scribed to this dope dealer Misses Piggy want a piggyback Rock cremation then called it crack I'mma keep on eating 'til my ankles fat Sell that fix, throw it cross the map Push my penis in between her lap Put my semen all down her throat 'Til Tito kilos come off that boat This the shit that they want This the shit that they need Tell me where are you from? Drop your pants to your knees, girl, I'm capital G This the shit they gon' buy This the shit why I'm fly, this the shit why I'm high This the shit they gon' bump This the shit that they want, this the shit that they want Tell 'em, tell 'em If you see my watch I might hit it If you see my check I might hit it If you see my house I might hit it This the shit that they want This the shit that they need, this the shit that's from me This the shit they gon' bump This the shit that they want, this the shit that they want Yeah, this that four niggas in a Regal flow Speeding through the yellow lights She want Versace belt like it's a mistletoe I put everything over yellow rice, graduated from hella ice If I stand on my bank roll, nigga, I'd be scared of heights And I'd be dodging the police, when I was poor with no lights When I was poor with potential, watch my flow in four inches Oh Lord, she in Christians, all gold on my Adventist Pull it down and she kiss it, all gold where my wrists is God there's just no convincing Just because I got dreads don't get it twisted Moving my whip down the boulevard Word round town I was selling hard Hard and I'm talking bout the yayo Hit her on the floor and then I lay low Amigos say "Que pasa with the pesos?" Promethazine codeine, caseloads (T.R.U.) And when I pull up to the valet You know I got the strippers on payroll! This the shit that they want This the shit that they need Tell me where are you from? Drop your pants to your knees, girl, I'm capital G This the shit they gon' buy This the shit why I'm fly, this the shit why I'm high This the shit they gon' bump This the shit that they want, this the shit that they want Tell 'em, tell 'em If you see my watch I might hit it If you see my check I might hit it If you see my house I might hit it This the shit that they want This the shit that they need, this the shit that's from me This the shit they gon' bump This the shit that they want, this the shit that they want 100k in my trunk, keep that bitch with that dunk She gon' pop in them heels, she must heard of my deal She gon' roll on them pills, just don't grab on my hat This that shit that's Iraq, this that make you climax This that shit you just bought, this that Q go damn hard This that car that won't park, pedal to the floor, it won't stop And just when you thought it won't drop, Oxymoron in stores Come in kids, lock the door, knock-knock-knock, hit the floor Need my bread off the top, could buy anything off the lot This that steel, not the grill, get them slugs off for real This that crow with the jail, we go in, smoke the L's She love my mic, rock the bell, leave that punani killed All them hoes want the Q, spit that truth, make the loot Expensive whips we hotbox, spent 2 bills on my socks This that make you cockblock, this that make me pop shot This that filthy convo, this that must be Figueroa This the shit that they want This the shit that they need Tell me where are you from? Drop your pants to your knees, girl, I'm capital G This the shit they gon' buy This the shit why I'm fly, this the shit why I'm high This the shit they gon' bump This the shit that they want, this the shit that they want Tell 'em, tell 'em If you see my watch I might hit it If you see my check I might hit it If you see my house I might hit it This the shit that they want This the shit that they need, this the shit that's from me This the shit they gon' bump This the shit that they want, this the shit that they want

I'm all about the Benjamins, ain't I? I be runnin' to these shows and ain't never had the stage fright Freak them hoes on the late night, ayy And in the daylight, gotta get my cake right Ain't about nothin', then we can't vibe To be around me, a nigga gotta have a great mind This four-five not a eight-five And wavin' four fingers, then that pussy nigga ain't mine I got up out them streets, ayy And got focused on the cheese For me, my brother did a seven-piece For them licks I owe that nigga еverything I ain't nothin' like you bitches, I'm a G This sеven-letter ain't a fuckin' P You bitches servin' pussy for a fee, brother please That could never be me Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday Hit me if it's urgent, everyday I'm workin' Friday, Saturday, grindin' into Sunday Everyday I'm hustlin' I be gettin' money Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday Hit me if it's urgent, everyday I'm workin' Friday, Saturday, grindin' into Sunday Everyday I'm hustlin' I be gettin' money Speakin' on me won't make your situation better Glad I don't quit, compared to me, don't never measure If she talkin' pressure, know I'm with whatever Goin' undefeated, I'm a heavyweight stepper Your mama raised a hoe, and my mama raised a hustler Thinkin' we the same is what you really had me fucked up I don't knock the hoes, baby girl, I'm just not one While I got my nuts up, you was gettin' knocked up, ayy It's only bands, brother, only bands Lil' bitch, you scared to hustle, so you got a OnlyFans Out here doin' numbers, watch me hit the rollie dance Independently funded, and they needin' no advance Don't hate on me, I been grindin' through the week No days off, no sleep I'm pushin' those foreign keys L-I-T Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday Hit me if it's urgent, everyday I'm workin' Friday, Saturday, grindin' into Sunday Everyday I'm hustlin' I be gettin' money Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday Hit me if it's urgent, everyday I'm workin' Friday, Saturday, grindin' into Sunday Everyday I'm hustlin' I be gettin' money