[Intro: Fat Joe]
|
That you blow
|
That king size you blow
|
|
[Bridge: Teyana Taylor]
|
Ballin', dribble dribble shoot swish
|
Ballin', do it like this, bitch
|
Ballin', steppin out of Saks Fifth
|
Ballin', Everyday is Christmas
|
|
[Hook: Teyana Tayor]
|
Ballin', Cash rules everything around me
|
Ballin', Cash rules everything around me
|
Ballin', Cash rules everything around me
|
Ballin', If you aint gettin money you from round me (Ballin')
|
|
[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
|
No matter the weather, can't imagine it better
|
Got me lookin' for clear in the Bill Cosby sweater
|
Hundred bottles is better and they come in those cases
|
I'm talkin' peoples and places, we make it light up like Vegas
|
Ugh, I swear this bitch is dumb as shit
|
But her ass is even dumber now thats dumber and dumber
|
How to take off a summer
|
Took a flight out to Russia, we even flew out her mother huh
|
Fuck you niggas talkin' bout?
|
At the Rucker house about to bring Jordan out
|
They want to get coke wet cause of my fan base
|
I used to get caught wet, I had to fan base
|
|
[Bridge]
|
|
[Hook]
|
|
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
|
O Versace shades and some OG J's
|
Keep some OG blaze cause that's what got me paid
|
Rockin all this Wang, they look at me strange
|
Lots of Diamondair when Im on the plane
|
Ridin' through the city me and Joe crack
|
A pound of what I'm puffin' cost you four stacks
|
Niggas get it twisted cause my tour selled
|
What the fuck you think a nigga was before rap?
|
And my crib is new and I talk shit in my interviews
|
and my wife called my interludes I dont break laws I just bend the rules
|
Got racks might spend a few
|
Couldn't walk a day in my shoes
|
Got my own day you seen it in the news
|
Presidential smoke presidential rollie
|
Porsche 911, picture me rollin'
|
Poppin' champagne OG kush haulin'
|
Put that in your phone, whether you call it
|
|
[Bridge]
|
|
[Hook]
|
|
[Verse 3: Fat Joe]
|
Hahahaha, coke up in her bra
|
Nerve of you all a crip is a Colliseum
|
Olajuwon nigga I just Akeem
|
Worry about the bell, my niggas they got to free em
|
Champagne dreams and broke pockets
|
This why we call em niggas false prophets
|
Ballin', bitch Im fuckin ballin'
|
You can call me Spalding
|
Or maybe even Rawlings
|
Met her at the Esseses over there in New Orleans
|
She said she kinda shy but her body keep callin'
|
Yeah they keep callin', I aint even into them
|
Niggas jump ship, Pirates of the Carribean
|
Tell Wiz roll and smoke foggin' my glasses
|
Niggas is my sons, I acclaim em on my taxes
|
Look how big her ass is, I think she got the Nicki plan
|
Ballin', but I aint passin or dribblin'
|
|
[Bridge]
|
|
[Hook]
|
|
-----------------
|
Ballin'
|
| Fat Joe |
