barloe team - ballin' (feat. gmilly & raekeezy) lyrics
i be ballin
money in my pockets
lookin stuffed my pants fallin
pistol on my hip it make me limp
i’m barely walkin
loud in my blunt and it’s strong got me coughin
run up on me if you want to you gone need a coffin
i be ballin
money in my pockets
lookin stuffed my pants fallin
pistol on my hip it make me limp
i’m barely walkin
loud in my blunt and it’s strong got me coughin
run up on me if you want to you gone need a coffin
all i smoke is loud, yea that sticky sh-t
i got two b-tches on their knees, they on that freaky sh-t
b-tch i’m all about my money i’m on that schemin sh-t
i feel hotter than the devil on that demon sh-t
i pull on your block with that glock
31 rounds in that glock
i pull back the trigger and bullets and start fallin then your body drop
you’re b-tch fellin in love with that gang
you high key been lovin that thot
your b-tch be good with her brain
you steady be kissing that thot
a young n-gga feelin like luci all of my n-ggas is one
f-ck around and run it up
i’m finna go get a new gun
can’t put my trust in n0body
i put my trust in my gun
one to my head and i’m gone
one to yo head and you done
i be ballin
money in my pockets
lookin stuffed my pants fallin
pistol on my hip it make me limp
i’m barely walkin
loud in my blunt and it’s strong got me coughin
run up on me if you want to you gone need a coffin
i be ballin
money in my pockets
lookin stuffed my pants fallin
pistol on my hip it make me limp
i’m barely walkin
loud in my blunt and it’s strong got me coughin
run up on me if you want to you gone need a coffin
and i ain’t with the talkin
you play with me you sleep with fish
you know miami dolphin
these n-ggas talkin crazy til they get put in a coffin
she said me leave you ballin i say b-tch i do this often whatchu talkin
all of you n-gga gone act up til i f-ck around and mask up
you such a broke boy get yo cash up
i kidnap yo b-tch and i smash up
i smoke on that loud you smoke midget
the sauce that i dress so exquisite
if it ain’t my style then what is it
it’s probably just dit to these ditches
i know these f-ck n-ggas they so fugazi
you can’t get no cash if you bein lazy
i’m not no playstation you cannot play me
and all this f-cksh-t man i cannot take it
so when i wake up i be wake ‘n’ bakin
they say be ballin dwayne bacon
you can’t get no fame i won’t let you take it
i see that they doubt me but i’ma make it
i be ballin
money in my pockets
lookin stuffed my pants fallin
pistol on my hip it make me limp
i’m barely walkin
loud in my blunt and it’s strong got me coughin
run up on me if you want to you gone need a coffin
i be ballin
money in my pockets
lookin stuffed my pants fallin
pistol on my hip it make me limp
i’m barely walkin
loud in my blunt and it’s strong got me coughin
run up on me if you want to you gone need a coffin
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