ca $ell - ballin' lyrics
ballin’
by
ca $ell
chorus 2x (ca $ell)
n—-s ballin’, n—- get that doe’
n—-s crawlin’, trying to get that doe’
n—-s hustlin’ in them streets, trying to get that doe’
n—-s hurtin’ in them streets, trying to get that doe’
verse 1 (ca $ell)
money bring paper, paper bring money
ain’t nothin’ funny
it’s all about the money
cheddar bring cheese
on trips to belize
wrists’ on freeze, ice on sleeves
brazilian models, you wouldn’t believe!!!
i got tricks up my sleeve! my talent got me these
sporting green dungarees…
prada made me these
i got b-tches saying, “please?!!!”
uhh!!!, “he so crazy”!
(but)? the loft on the beach got views that’s “amazing”!
ten model b-tches in a suite, “that’s amazing”!
kind of exotic, like the sh-t that we blazin”!!!
chorus 2x (ca $ell)
n—-s ballin’, n—- get that doe’
n—-s crawlin’, trying to get that doe’
n—-s hustlin’ in them streets, trying to get that doe’
n—-s hurtin’ in them streets, trying to get that doe’
verse 2 (ca $ell)
(i know what you’re thinkin’, but…)
i would, if i could…right now!!!
like you would if you could… right now!!!
really?!!! i’m rollin’ through the streets… right now!!!
lookin’ for a “bop” for the “drop”… right now!!!
chorus 2x (ca $ell)
n—-s ballin’, n—- get that doe’
n—-s crawlin’, trying to get that doe’
n—-s hustlin’ in them streets, trying to get that doe’
n—-s hurtin’ in them streets, trying to get that doe’
verse 3 (do – dirty)
whoa, whoa
get it, get it, yeah!!!
get it, get it, ha!!!
it t’was the night i served two thousand emcees
sixteen bars i’ll cost you two hundred g’s
the dj scratching, like a dog got fleas
i’ll send your girl home with carpet burns on her knees
everybody, in the hood, know about me
trees of money whoadie
it’s all about the green
automatic uzi, spray like a machine
hit your head coach and murder the whole team
eigthy – seven, thirty – two
black denim jeans
my lifestyle street whoadie
-n-lyze me
y’all smoke nicks, i smoke the whole tree
drink hennessey v.s.o.p
letting off shots, that’s disturbing the peace
have it your way, like, burger king
it ain’t over till the fat lady sings
who did said that money ain’t green???!!!
chorus 4x (ca $ell)
n—-s ballin’, n—- get that doe’
n—-s crawlin’, trying to get that doe’
n—-s hustlin’ in them streets, trying to get that doe’
n—-s hurtin’ in them streets, trying to get that doe’
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