LYRIC

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Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’ (turn the music up), ballin’
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’, ballin’ (yeah)

You think you’re ballin’ cause you got a block?
He think he ballin’ cause he got a block?
You know these hoes came to see me ball
You know these hoes love to see me ball
You think you’re ballin’ cause you got a block?
He think he ballin’ cause he got a block?
You know these hoes love to see me ball
You know these hoes came to see me ball

Hopped up out the bed, I think my roof gone
Think I forgot to put my roof on
Said “F*ck it, buy another car”
Hopped out the Lamb’
Said “F*ck it, bought another car”
I bought the Phantom just to say it’s black
I bought the Phantom just to take a nap
I’m getting head in the backseat
I’m iced out, I’m standin’ tall like a athlete
I’m ballin’ hard, I need a jersey on
So much bread on me, I can buy a Jersey home
I’m on them Diddy’s, spendin’ Dirty Money
I’m on that Jizzle, spendin’ birdie money

You think you’re ballin’ cause you got a block?
He think he ballin’ cause he got a block?
You know these hoes came to see me ball
You know these hoes love to see me ball
You think you’re ballin’ cause you got a block?
He think he ballin’ cause he got a block?
You know these hoes love to see me ball
You know these hoes came to see me ball

Still ballin’ like a muthafucker, tell ’em that
Three platinum chains to match my platinum plaques
Ain’t got nothin’ gold but some gold chains
Say “Jizzle, what’s the goal?”
Move the whole thang
My celly bumpin’ like a chat line
He bought a five hundred, need he, need a halftime
If yo job ain’t ballin’ hard, then you need to quit
You need a A T hard, then you need to split
Summer’s mine, winter too
I’m poppin’ bottles in the club, that’s what winners do
They claiming bitches, them my old hoes
They claim they ballin’ in my old flows

You think you’re ballin’ cause you got a block?
He think he ballin’ cause he got a block?
You know these hoes came to see me ball
You know these hoes love to see me ball
You think you’re ballin’ cause you got a block?
He think he ballin’ cause he got a block?
You know these hoes love to see me ball
You know these hoes came to see me ball

These hoes call me Tunechi baby
Niggas think they seeing me, they hallucinating
Bitch, I’m ballin’, ballin’ like a mothafucka’
Twelve gauge, bitch, I got a dozen of them
Nigga broke, acting like they got it though
I’m with a Spanish bitch, if she ain’t fucking, adios!
So many cars I’m like eenie meenie minie moe
So many colors in the diamonds, Kaleidoscope
Last year I made a hundred million dollars flat
Run in ya house, and get to poppin’ at your shower cap
My homies got them firebirds like Pontiac
And if them bitches don’t sell, we buy em back

You think you’re ballin’ cause you got a block?
He think he ballin’ cause he got a block?
You know these hoes came to see me ball
You know these hoes love to see me ball
You think you’re ballin’ cause you got a block?
He think he ballin’ cause he got a block?
You know these hoes love to see me ball
You know these hoes came to see me ball

You think you’re ballin’ cause you got a block?
He think he ballin’ cause he got a block?
You know these hoes came to see me ball
You know these hoes love to see me ball
You think you’re ballin’ cause you got a block?
He think he ballin’ cause he got a block?
You know these hoes love to see me ball
You know these hoes came to see me ball (yeah)

Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’, ballin’
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’, ballin’

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