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Ballin’ (Letra)

Ballin’ (Letra)

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[Verse 1 – Logic:]
Okay it’s Rattpack til my pulse flat
We keep it real, no false rap
I got 4 cars and they all black
Got 4 broads and they all that
(What) we call that?
Balling, doing this since my calling
Flow is so appallin
My phone off and she calling, I’m like
“Yeah, what it do? “, Penthouse man what a view
Fall back because I’m coming through
with my whole team they coming too
That’s real, too real
Mothafucka tell me how you feel
I’m too good for my own good
I won’t leak the album I’ll let it spill
Number 1 bitch I bet it will, do the numbers I said it will
I play the game and I’m still the same
and I’ll never change
Just to get a deal

[Hook:]
Bitch I’m ballin’, ballin’
I came from nothing to something like it’s nothing
Yeah you know I done it now there’s no discussion
Bitch I’m ballin’, ballin’
I made a promise to my mama
I’m a turn these zeros into tons of commas
Bitch I’m ballin’, ballin’
Closing million dollar deals catch me swervin’
burning 100 dollar bills
How it feel when you
Ballin’, ballin’, going places they never go
It ain’t all about the money
but I stack it cause you never know

[Verse 2 – Logic:]
I’m a live life ‘til I overdose
While they sleepin on me, that’s comatose
I went mainstream with my main team
you just mad as fuck you ain’t come close
And yo next girl is my ex girl she fine
as hell but she a mess girl
All I do is rhyme I got no time
so I can’t reply to yo text girl
Bitch I’m back again and I run it
Always gotta keep it one hundred
All of y’all know y’all want it
Turn it up and get blunted
I’m like fuck the money, fuck the fame
I came here to fuck up the game
Gon’ get it… I’m feeling myself
Fresh to death, bitch I’m killing myself
I’m gone
We burning it up, step in the building we turning it up
Talking that shit but they never end it
when I step to the mic I be murdering it
And we living
Real good, mainstream but it’s still good
I got raw shit, I got real shit
but right now it’s time for that feel good
(What) we call that?
Balling, doing this since my calling
Flow is so appallin
My phone off and she calling, I’m like
“Yeah, what it do? “, Penthouse man what a view
Fall back because I’m coming through
with my whole team they coming too

[Hook]
Bitch I’m ballin’, ballin’
I came from nothing to something like it’s nothing
Yeah you know I done it now there’s no discussion
Bitch I’m ballin’, ballin’
I made a promise to my mama
I’m a turn these zeros into tons of commas
Bitch I’m ballin’, ballin’
Closing million dollar deals catch me swervin’
burning 100 dollar bills
How it feel when you
Ballin’, ballin’, going places they never go
It ain’t all about the money but I stack it
cause you never know

[Verse 3 – C Dot Castro:]
Yeah, you know that we ballin’ we be going all in hold on
Let me slow it down so y’all get the shit
These haters talk but I don’t give a shit
Got models, bottles and the piff is lit
But we ballin, kinda like Spauldin and ballin
On the road to riches never stallin
Got yo girl all up all on my nuts
But she do it with joy, no almonds, ugh
Living life to perfection
Vip that’s the section
Presidential watch, presidential suites
You would think we had an election
It go Logic first then I’m up next
I do not converse I just cut checks
I do not rehearse I just drop the verse
I need to cop a hearse cause I’m fresh to death
I bet you never seen so much designer
Never seen a nigga with a bitch that’s finer
Boy I stunt but I ain’t even tryna
Swaggin is nice but first I’m a rhymer
And I rep Maryland home of the Terrapins
Say you spit crack homie we spit that heroin
Bring it right to your front door like I’m caroling
Standing next to me would be so embarrassin’
yeah we be ballin’!

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[Baby]
Now since I live in these motherfucking projects
Police don’t want to see us in cadillacs
I bought a woman on gold to match my goals
And I don’t have to drop one of my hoes
I got a Lexus and a Benz
Expedition on chrome partner
With 20 inch rims
A hummer and a rose royce
I got a candy helicopter in the lake front nigga
I’m a ball till I fall
Talk shit till I fuck
I’ma fly till I die
Shake till I break
I’ma bake these cakes and drink alizate
And fuck a different bitch every night of the week
I’ma shop till pop and keep a high price partner
Range and rove, got a mouth full a gold
And I love these hoes
Niggas wearing Rolexes
Spendin 50 or better till coming back from Texas
Bustin leafs and leather
Got a hummer full of bricks
Cuz I know I’m the shit, you can believe that nigga
Got diamonds and golds so I can blind these hoes
I’ma ball till fall, spending g’s at the mall
Have a big ballin party, inviting all y’all
10 G’s around my neck, 50 g’s on my rolex
100 G’s on my Benz, 20 G’s on my rims
5 G’s just laying on the floor
I party, hit the dope and give you 5 G’s son
The old man never seen that much cash before
700 G’s stashed away for my son
I hit it harder and get some cold rum
Downstairs has 2 million just in case I die
Baby we ain’t gonna ride
The little BC gonna ball till I die
Playboy, tell me how you luv that?

[Mannie Fresh]
I got so many cars I don’t know what to do
I got so many hoes I’ll give one to you
Lexus laying wit the TV playin, that my CO
Projects swallow me, cuz I’m negro
The cornrolls don’t got a hummer man
The broads too I keep the hurricane
Nigga raw street, thats the bubblied Benz
Nigga raw folks, wit the Batman Benz, come on
Put your eyes on this nigga Baby
Papa, I got a diamond ring for you maybe
I slam cadillac bowls me and Baby gram
Out of state hoes wit diamond rings
7 nigga teens
Look at the fuckin karats on your triple beam
How you luv that?
Lexus wit the blue stripe
Can you take that Apollo with the white ass pipes
100’s, 1000’s, millions, damn
Like from 6 till noon, I buy a whole building man

[Bun B]
Bitch we top of the line
Never fuck wit niggas that drop a dime
Thinking we ballin I’ll fuck if you mine
Your talks is too high. there’s some diamonds bout to be blind
Stop some time, then you can possibly climb
I got Cash Money to prove it
Walking and talking like I’m all cute and
Refreshen and reuse it
With cars you can’t purchase
While you strugglin for 2 g’s at churches
Nobody searchin, they just find and drop the bitch
Probably looking for the boy, so we can get out this bitch
Now the drink is on us, for the fights no fuck
I’m visiting a whore, hoes only got butts, get naked
and show cunts
I need fucking sucking ass blowing
Now just back up and show us your butt
Blow up when you see us
Go down the beach and get some Reeses
If don’t believe it, ask Jesus
Bitch we ballin

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i’m tha one that keeps on callin
Ballin ballin for me
No time for big ones
Ballin shot callin
Callin callin for me

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i’m tha one that keeps on callin
Ballin ballin for me
No time for big ones
Ballin shot callin
Callin callin for me

Ballin’ (Letra)

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[Chorus 1]
Like a star slipping out of place
Sliding from the sky
Tumbling through space
When you touch my hand
I swear I feel like I’m ballin’
(Ballin’, Ballin’, Ballin’, Ballin’)
Yeh ballin’
(Ballin’, Ballin’, Ballin’, Ballin’)
Like a wheel
Whirling round and round
Rolling down a hill (rollin’ down a hill)
Spinning on the ground (rollin’ down a hill)
Your kissing makes me dizzy yeh
In the head (ooh yeh)
And I’m ballin’
I’m ballin’

[Verse 1]
Hmm, I love this game coz this game love me back
I’m pushing a lac, smoking sacs like a mad mac
Bringing me back, banging the 8-track track
The Dramatics and Battle Cat and Snoop like that
Big stars in big cars we pull up at the big clubs and sit at the big bars
Sippin’ champaign with a bowl of cavier
Hell yeh you are, yeh you are
Say it say it, coz they all deny it
Player play it, coz you cant deny it
As fly as it get, as fly as I spit you know its the shit
It’s so gangsta, gangsta bitch
Switch back to the old school, old fools know
This here thang we do so original
I got to have it, lavish
Is how we establish
On the real love one it feels good to have

[Chorus 2]
Like a rose, flippin down the street
Looking oh so sweet (lookin’ oh so sweet)
Bumpin to the beat (bumpin to the beat)
These streets they keep me busy yeh
Makin’ bread
And I’m ballin’
(Ballin’, Ballin’, Ballin’, Ballin’)
Yeh ballin’
(Ballin’, Ballin’, Ballin’, Ballin’)
Oh here I go!
Ballin making dough
Working for myself
Coz it thrills me so
I keep women on my line
Coz they know
That I’m ballin’
(Ballin’, Ballin’, Ballin’, Ballin’)
Yeh ballin’
(Ballin’, Ballin’, Ballin’, Ballin’)
Oh here I go!
Driving down the road
I can’t help myself
Ballin’ Thrills me so
Yeh you blew my mind
And I know , I’m ballin’
(Ballin’, Ballin’, Ballin’, Ballin’)
Yeh ballin’
(Ballin’, Ballin’, Ballin’, Ballin’)

[Verse 2]
Do that, who that, you that one they called on
Baller’ get your ball on
It’s all on now fall on to a new groove
Really aint nothing to prove
We, set the mood
Or shoot some pool
Or blaze a Cool
What? Whatup fool
Now you can cruise if you choose but I prefer to do the cha-cha
And once my small kitchen ?throw?
You know I gotcha
Watch out, no need to pull your glock out
It’s a players affair, now
Look at my hair and the girls wit me
They got the same thang on
Pimp pimp parade, my nigga get your bang on
Coz my uncles about to get their sang on
And all round the world, my nigga, it’s the same song
And when its time for your callin’, fallin’, wit no stallin’
keep it ballin’

[Chorus 3]
He starts to mill
Just rollin’ tru his town
Stacking dollar bills (stacking dollar bills)
Raising dogg pound (he be raising the dog pound)
Becasuse he’s loved
Loved in every city
Thats why he’s ballin’
(Ballin’, Ballin’, Ballin’, Ballin’)
Yeh ballin’
(Ballin’, Ballin’, Ballin’, Ballin’)

[verse 3]
There it is coz it is there
Now have a seat and come hit the game from a player
They say time brings change and change brings time
It’s so genuine and so divine
It’s been so long in fact its overdue
Now tell me baby girl what can D-O-DOUBLE-G do for you
I fell for you, I’ll always look over you
Theres really not much that a player would’nt do for you
So quit stallin’ and fallin’
And come get a bar of some of this ballin’
Now quit stallin’ and callin’
And come get yaself a bar of this ballin’

[Outro]
Yeh thats right, this is ahh, radio station 187.4 DG
Sock it to your ass
With something from The Dramatics
And Snoop Dog
Let them spot that ok
It’s another one of those world premiers
Doin’ it to ya doggystyle, in ya air hole
for the 2000 plus 1, yeh

Ballin (Letra)

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Chorus:
I’ll be a baller ‘til i die
I’ll be ballin’ to my grave nigga, i die a paid nigga
I’ll be a baller ‘til i die
I’ll be ballin’ to my grave nigga, i die a paid nigga
I’ll be a baller ‘til i die
I’ll be ballin’ to my grave nigga, i die a paid nigga
I’ll be a baller ‘til i die
I’ll be ballin’ to my grave nigga, i die a paid nigga

Spice 1:
Some niggas be all up in my shit, you need to quit
Sprinkle a motherfucker that will leave you split
Tore back ass out bringing you your hat
Flat broke, talking about fuck that nigga s-p-i
But you can’t go one on one spice 1 because i’m born
To die
I gets even up on they ass like punk bitches in ditches
The gangsterism resulting in murderism
Bailing up in your hooptie at the gas station
You facing the killer for real-a punk ass nigga
Where the scrilla
Jacking you for your shit, taking your ends pull off
My mask
Hitting the corner, hopping up in my benz with your
Cash
Mobbing i mash out, you ass out
Left you shot up in your seven-trey glasshouse
Because you don’t know me like you think you do, i’m
Down for thefetty
Ready to die for them presidents, high powered and
Deadly
I ask to ball or not to ball, partner answer the
Question
I meet a nigga running up on my hooptie with smith
And wesson

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Yukmouth:
One time for your mind
Here to represent the pimps, playas, hustlas, ballers
All my niggas on the grind, packing nine millimeters
Nine lives like cheetahs, but your still in ???
Drug dealers peep the shit that i kick
Hustling, busting down zips making chips
If we ain’t making it we taking shit
To the extreme hit the scenery with machine
Gun, get the creamery and ice cream, nobody scream
Nobody run, i come like point blank
Mobbing the motherfucking bank, looking like benjamin
Frank and itake
So many penitentiary chances, to make
Scrilla scratch niggas must have more stack in the safe
I mean ???, nigga your safe is my safe
And i’m gonna make sure that my safe ain’t your safe
By putting a .38 up in your face
For running up in my place and shake the spot
And not expect to get your ass shot
Yeah, another one bites the dust, the shyster busts
Caps at your house
Matter fact, niggas don’t like the yukmouth
About to l-u, didn’t they tell you
I’m a youngster trying to have something like my
Nigga l-q
Ballin’

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Spice 1:
It’s the motherfucking east bay g with the hundred
Clipper, savage thugnigga
See i was born with the lust for money, chrome plated
Triggers
Mob style haulering 187 up in your face
Put a gauge between your throat and tell you that
Your out of place
Motherfuckers don’t be knowing we vicious and vicious
To get the cheese
More tickets to g’s, cruises overseas
Can’t be no punk about the shit that we’re in
Got to be a soldier to the game or nigga you’ll never
Get your dividends
Balling til i die, until i die i’ll be a baller
Let my riders do the dirt and i’ll be the shotcaller
Whatever i got to do for the lifestyle that’ll pay
Them forever
Never slip stay on my toes nigga walk with the yellow
Stripe
But pull me back, because they cowards and shit
I be the nigga that take your drama and put a twist
In your the shit
Caps get slapped with steel, hot slugs will be your
Meal
Fucking around with my money is just going to get
Your ass killed

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