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 know I got to keep ballin' Till the FEDs come we ballin' out Y'all niggas y'all know what this about when I'm ballin' That stash house, we in and out We ballin', ballin', ballin', we shot callin' Versace down from my head to my neck Pootie Tang with the belt game, show some respect All these bitches on my dick, same, old shit R.I.P. to Pimp C, I'm the same, old pimp Fly over seven different time zones I got a big booty bitch up in shroom zone Got emergency blunts when I come home Cause if rap or weed I'll have your lungs gone Yeah, Malibu beaches, unlaced bikini bottoms Mo' money, mo' problems, fo' fo' will solve 'em Just every day I'm with a stank sip, 30 in the clip Riding through that Gaza Strip, kill a nigga quick Hit a nigga with my race car, Tony Yayo turn to Tony Stewart Rap niggas die over music Just got this brand, new chopper and I'm dying to use it Dry snitching niggas testifying in their music I seen niggas last five minutes then they lose it Wrap the sheet around his neck, he said, "this time I couldn't do it" A platinum nigga in the penitentiary going, "do it" Put Prada on the prison yard, started getting to it Two zero's, six, six, nine, 'o seven five That's the number that they gave me when I arrived It's just another form of slavery that's in disguise To all my niggas locked up just trying to survive, I know why 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 know I got to keep ballin' Till the FEDs come we ballin' out Y'all niggas y'all know what this about when I'm ballin' That stash house, we in and out We ballin', ballin', ballin', we shot callin I'm yelling money over bitches, money over everything Money got me everything, every watch, every chain Every brick, every whip, kicks with designer names I used to hustle Texas whose child I can claim Paid all my mama's bills so how can she complain? Call my bitches dimes, I treat 'em like loose change Call me Brian in the clutch, ballin' with my English brain No love, got it out the mud, my shirt ain't got a stain Iced out Rollie, three fingers reppin' Rida Gang Entire streets in the streets so them hoes know I came Ballin' on these hoes all the time You got your kids, don't need mine Word to my favorite design, my mama raised me to shine These C-notes play in my mind, they on rewind I am top five alive, I've been picked out by God I'm never not on my job, too hard to argue that Shining my records like, "where's my target at?" Came through your stereo, feel me charging back I owe you 15 bums for that Stains in the garden, hate when they all go black Cracks in the armor, this reach further than rap Before we start react, mob attack Stacks or don't call me, rain down 'til nobody standing Won't show no snipe for your army 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 know I got to keep ballin' Till the FEDs come we ballin' out Y'all niggas y'all know what this about when I'm ballin' That stash house, we in and out We ballin', ballin', ballin', we shot callin

Cocodrilo caballo Salto del escenario Seis ceros en mi banco Lamborghini Gallardo Mami, todos mirando Quieren ver cómo caigo Tengo a todos odiando Y que sigan ahí Cuántos quieren mi pasta Y cuántos son de verdad Si la vida se tuerce Mami, nadie vendrá Antes siempre callando Ahora es: "págame ya" Y sin darnos ni cuenta Reyes de la ciudad I'm ballin' (I'm ballin') Ey, ah, uh I'm ballin' (I'm ballin') Ey, ah, uh I'm ballin' Ey, ah, uh I'm ballin' (I'm ballin', ballin', ballin') Ey, ah, uh Ahora siempre a doscientos, maquinón Está nuevo mi chándal, vacilón Veinticuatro quilates, cadenón Y ahora que todos callan, hablo yo Si llegaremos lejos, no lo sé Pero, ya hicimos más de lo que soñé Algunos ya no están, pero todo bien Ey todo bien, ey todo bien Llámame Willy Fogga' Fogga' Ya salimos de Europa-ropa Estoy volando por to's los mares Llenámelo, otra copa, copa Mami, tengo otros planes, planes No tienes que comprarme ropa Estoy haciéndolo suave, suave Quiero ver cómo el yate flota Cuántos quieren mi pasta Y cuántos son de verdad Si la vida se tuerce Mami, nadie vendrá Antes siempre callando Ahora es: "págame ya" Y, sin darnos ni cuenta Reyes de la ciudad I'm ballin' (I'm ballin') Ey, ah, uh I'm ballin' (I'm ballin') Ey, ah, uh I'm ballin' Ey, ah, uh I'm ballin' (I'm ballin', ballin', ballin') Ey, ah, uh (Uh)

I got off-topic, I start Talkin' about the drugs and all of the profit and (yeah, DY Krazy) Talkin' 'bout the shit I learned, the streets, they gave me knowledge (yeah) See, I saw a nigga get killed back when I was a toddler, yeah So how I'm 'posed to love, girl? Now how I'm 'posed to fear? Yeah I talk to bitches even when you right here I text 'em in then room when we layin' right next to each other I try my best just to hug her with my fingers crossed 'Cause I know deep down inside, I am really doing wrong (yeah), yeah Yeah And you know me, I'ma just charge it to the game Uh-huh Five, four, three, two, one I was 'posed to love you until the sun was done Said I changed when the money start comin' How the fuck you think I wasn't gonna catch on to all that game you was runnin'? See the mula, it got longer, but my mind, it got wider That's why you ain't want me to wear no condom Now tell me what's that about? Why you tellin' niggas about my stash spot? She lucky I ain't kill her, could've gave her an ass-shot See, I'm not worried about them niggas, 'cause I got boys that's gon' crash out See, drive up on your block, do the drive-by, and then smash out (skrrt) Whip it up in the kitchen, no potatoes, got mash out Man, you see I don't care about love I got off-topic, I start Talkin' about the drugs and all of the profit and (yeah) Talkin' 'bout the shit I learned, the streets, they gave me knowledge (yeah) See, I saw a nigga get killed back when I was a toddler, yeah So how I'm 'posed to love, girl? Now how I'm 'posed to fear? Yeah I talk to bitches even when you right here I text 'em in then room when we layin' right next to each other I try my best just to hug her with my fingers crossed 'Cause I know deep down inside, I am really doing wrong (yeah), yeah I done fucked all her friends, all her enemies too I think her mama even feelin' me too You got a million excuse When you broke, I just bought me a Richard Mille and this shit cost a deuce, yeah Summertime, top off But all my seats, they all made of goose I'm not embarrassed, she sucked my dick and I did not feel a tooth I got a lot to lose, but I lost all my moods (Yeah) Ever since she fucked that nigga that's older than Snoop But I can't blame her because Babygirl had to get her bills paid They was up and I got my meals late Don't give a fuck, nigga, I still feel great I still feel weight Man, I'm touchin' on your hand and you still don't feel me Damn It's just a lullaby, yeah Sometimes you just gotta say bye (I don't wanna die young, I don't wanna die young), yeah (Put me on my side) Picture me, broke as shit (what?) Not gettin' money, shit, I'd probably be hittin' licks (yeah) Probably be flippin' bricks (yeah) Probably be pimpin' chicks (yeah) I don't know, nigga, I'd probably be a hitter or somethin' We kill niggas for like 50 G's (flex) I got that nigga hit for a ten piece (yeah) They shot that nigga broad day, he was boxed in See, in Philadelphia, you know I'm really locked in Now that boy got a shit-bag on Suboxone Shit, man, we kill for fun Got a problem with him? Then it's problem with me, 'cause ain't no one-on-one That's how I ride for my gang, that's how I ride for my dawgs 'Cause nine outta ten these bitches, they be frauds (yeah) Yeah, whatever, I jumped off the porch late (so?) If you put your hands on me, you gon' get your day See, my bitch, she think I'm havin' fun, I'm just cheatin' But I'm just gon' stack my money and I'ma attend every meetin', uh I ain't worried 'bout love, man, I love the drug Drug is the money, stack it up and take care of my family I remember I used to stack my money just to cop Xannies Now I got bitches from overseas takin' off they panties See, I'm a Leo like a lion but my life is oh so dandy I walk around five hundred, nigga, don't try jam me (fresh) They'll pull a white sheet off of you like you a piece of candy I'm so high, man, I swear I'm never landin', I'm gone, yeah And it's just crazy how The whole time niggas be plottin' on you (goodbye, world) These bitches be plottin' on you All you gotta do at the end of the day You came in this world by yourself, you gotta go out that way Yeah It's just a lullaby

Yeah, yeah, yeah (yah) Yeah, yeah, yeah (whoa, oh) Yeah, yeah, yeah (Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, brr) Yeah-eh I know that you're all alone (I know that you're all alone) That's why you tryna call my phone, yeah (that's why you tryna call my phone) I know that your feelings gone (I know that your feelings gone) I'm a dog, you gon' feel this bone Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this) Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah) Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa) My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes) I don't even have no fucking plans, son Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this) Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah) Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa) My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes) I don't even have no fucking plans, son I don't even know how I made it I was nervous, but I had patience I ain't gon' lie, I'm the greatest I don't even know how I made it Fuckin' hoes like, "Bye-bye, baby" Fuck me, you get Mercedes Fuck me, you get Mercedes I like my girls from the hood (I like my girls from the hood) I know I'm not nothin' good (I know I'm not nothin' good) I know I'm misunderstood (yah, fuck 'em) I know that you're all alone I know that you're all alone (I know that you're all alone) That's why you tryna call my phone, yeah (that's why you tryna call my phone) I know that your feelings gone (I know that your feelings gone) I'm a dog, you gon' feel this bone Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this) Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah) Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa) My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes) I don't even have no fucking plans, son Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this) Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah) Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa) My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes) I don't even have no fucking plans, son And my circle tight just like some Cheerios Fruity Pebble diamonds hittin' like a bowl of cereal (ayy) Yeah, she ride me like a bike, she had me on Dave Mirra mode Legends never die, I got on white so there's no burial And my circle tight just like some Cheerios Fruity Pebble diamonds hittin' like a bowl of cereal Yeah, she ride me like a bike, she had me on Dave Mirra mode Legends never die, I got on white, so there's no burial (Lil Uzi) Now, back up Shawty gave me brain (what?), she got her master's (yeah) Pull up with ten whips (whips), like, what's a Mazda? (Yeah) My man's in a Ghost, I call him Casper (whoa) I can't trust a ho, no, I can't track her (none) I know that you're all alone (I know that you're all alone) That's why you tryna call my phone, yeah (that's why you tryna call my phone) I know that your feelings gone (I know that your feelings gone) I'm a dog, you gon' feel this bone Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this) Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah) Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa) My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes) I don't even have no fucking plans, son Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this) Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah) Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa) My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes) I don't even have no fucking plans, son (plans, son)