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)

Tugger ona whip that shit sound like a harley Fucking bad hoes my bitch look like a Barbie 3 bands for a show you won't catch me at no parties Ion fuck with niggas I'm a one man army Everybody thuggin onia net niggas corny As long as it ain't making me no money I ain't worried These niggas want attention like these bitches they be thirsty I'm done fucking hoes, the first night they got a ermy Fuck niggas want the fame shout out to you pussies Suckas still sucking imma call you niggas groupies Speaking on sherm niggas sound hella Boosey Pack a nigga out make a nigga wanna shoot me Karma is a bitch we be bulyin the bullies Acting like a bitch cause a bitch you a goofy You ain't no real nigga might as well have a couchie All about them Benjamin's my life is a movie Been touch 20 i ain't even 21 These niggas wanna be me now i feel like 21 How you say you winning you ain't even touch 100 hunds Hit it then i dip i call it one and done Y'all believing all them rumors when they sound hella dumb Walking when you talkin lil nigga you a bum I talk cash shit ion wanna see yo tongue A1 credit score i can order me a lounge My whole fam trill like next up Fuck a bitch once now her friend next up Ion speak game i just tell em lets fuck That bitch had hella makeup, now her shit messed up All fam i ain't never had fans I never failed math all I do is count bands See you kissing ona 5 all I do is fuck 10s She that monkey in the corner somebody get they mans Money is my main all i do is take trips with her Glock that's my side id never take a pic with her You probably ain't my bro if i ain't never fuck a bitch with em I'm always in her throat you ain't never see me kiss on her I can't fuck with you niggas that's common sense Its deeper than this rap don't get me started on these politics Pops gave me game you can't even learn in college Now im up about 100 give a fuck about your scholarship

Ayy, bitch I'm a good nigga, I could give you great dick Know you got a nigga, we ain't gotta say shit You ain't gotta talk, just do what I say bitch Bitches in my DM, really tryna taste this I ain't got no time, put her on my waitlist Sucker nigga got a sibling, hey sis I was finna fuck, but I really hate fish I be fuckin' hoes on anniversaries I ain't even mean it like that, don't take it personally It started with yo' bitch tryna twerk on me She like that voodoo shit, I think she tryna put a curse on me Can I keep a secret? Most certainly Blocked me from her 'Gram, guess the fuck nigga heard of me She need to use that brain, that Universities Broke, broke her shit off, she need surgery I ain't got a heart, it ain't no hurtin' me She love it when I say, "Bitch, I do it perfectly" I got a hundred mags, it ain't no burning me I hit it for a good 30, like a Perc in me I'ma drop the bitch off when I'm done You kiss on her her lips when my dick was on her tongue I know what's going down when her hair in a bun You putting all yo' trust in that bitch, boy, you dumb Why I fuck yo' bitch? I don't know, just because You can take my number out her phone, she a buss Million-dollar nuts on my dick, got a glove Say she love me, I say, "Bitch, is you on drugs?" Say you wanna kiss? Nah bitch, maybe a hug I ain't playin' house with a bitch, I do my thug A bitch fuck with me, it's like fuckin' with the plug If you don't ride dick, you gon' have to ride the bus This a side nigga anthem Bitch got a nigga, but she know I'm mo' handsome This a side nigga anthem One wrong move then a bitch getting cancelled This a side nigga anthem Bitch got a nigga, but she know I'm mo' handsome This a side nigga anthem One wrong move then a bitch getting cancelled This a side nigga anthem This a side nigga anthem This a side nigga anthem One wrong move then a bitch getting cancelled

Prodigy on the beat I'm a motherfucking asshole, bitch, I'm the shit If I get her to the crib, I gotta hit Made her give it up quick, I robbed the bitch I'on even call it rap, I'm talking shit Me and G-Bo Lean hit, but than socked the bitch It was a one hitter quitter, we dropped the bitch Designer fit with the kicks, I'm confident I'm just a saucy ass nigga, no condiment All I wanna do is eat, I need a meal You can tell that I'm shining when you see the grill If I bust in yo' gut, bitch, eat this pill This nigga belt hella fake, how the fuck he real? I only fuck from the back, I'm a real dog Fruity niggas talking shit, get peeled off Ain't gotta get pay for this fade, I'll still off Cut yo' head from yo' throat and get it mailed off All I do is talk shit, I'm an asshole If I give her good dick, she a bad hoe Me and yo' bitch got history, I've been had those First I put them to the test than I pass hoes Small circle, but I keep a big bankroll We the ones giving L's, we don't take those I be running up a check, I'on chase hoes Handy man with them strips, bitch, I make those 500 on a belt I'on even wear Let her fuck the whole team, I'on even care I ain't stingy with the bitch, nigga, I'ma share Wifing shit that we hit, nigga, you a square Lil' bitch on my dick, I'ma hit the hoe If my bro hit I'on even wanna hit no more Dope dick to yo' bitch might give her a dose When she be feenin' for the dick she be doing the most I ain't even worried 'bout that chain, keep yo' bitch tucked All that speaking on my name get yo' bitch fucked You can't say you fucked my bitch, nigga, which one? Dumb nigga, I can't even pick one I'm married to the money, I don't love bitches I do it for the birds 'cause I love chicken I only give her dick, we ain't tongue kissing I be smoking so much dope, think my lungs missing Rest in peace Mac Dre, fuck the radio I need 15 hunnid for a cameo Bitch, I do it for my bills like Buffalo If my bitch go broke, I'ma let her go