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chris brown & tyga – ballin’ lyrics

[intro]
k-mac

[chorus: kevin mccall]
ballin’ like a b-tch (b-tch)
you can’t tell me nothin’ ’cause i’m ballin’ like a b-tch (uh, uh, uh, uh-huh)
filthy -ss rich (rich)
swimmin’ in this money ’cause i’m ballin’ like, b-ballin’ like a (ballin’ like a)
ballin’ like a b-tch (b-tch)
b-b-b-ballin’ like a b-tch (uh, uh, uh, uh-huh)
filthy -ss rich (rich)
swimmin’ in this money ’cause i’m ballin’ like, b-ballin’ like a (ballin’ like a)

[verse 1: chris brown]
look, bbc hat clean, diamond snap hook (hook)
take a picture with it like it’s my last look (look)
g-gold macbook, cost a hunnid gs (gs)
i don’t f-ck with rats (rats), i throw away the cheese (cheese)
i’m ballin’, baby, you see this n-gga shine (shine)
i’m runnin’ sh-t, ha, finish line
k-mac cook that beat, i eat it like it’s dinner time
awards show gimme mine, loud and clear, intercom
listen up (up), i show you how to stunt (stunt)
pocket full of money, you should see what’s in the trunk (trunk)
that b-ss got that bump (bump), that sh-t that make you jump (jump)
ballin’ like a b-tch, throw it up, slam dunk (dunk)
v-neck like a guido, rollin’ dice in the casino (‘sino)
three bad chicks rollin’ trips, cee-lo
what’s done is done, ain’t no comin’ back
i’m ballin’ like a b-tch, roger that
it’s breezy, baby

[chorus: kevin mccall, chris brown & both]
ballin’ like a b-tch (b-tch)
you can’t tell me nothin’ ’cause i’m ballin’ like a b-tch (uh, uh, uh, uh-huh)
filthy -ss rich (rich)
swimmin’ in this money ’cause i’m ballin’ like, b-ballin’ like a (ballin’ like a)
i’m ballin’ like a b-tch (bow, ballin’)
ballin’ like a b-tch (bow, ballin’)
b-b-ballin’ like a b-tch (bow, bow)
watch me do my sh-t
’cause i’m ballin’ like a b-tch (bow, ballin’)
ballin’ like a b-tch (bow, ballin’)
ballin’ like a b-tch (bow, bow)
watch me take your chick

[verse 2: tyga]
uh, snapback n-gga back up in this b-tch (b-tch)
throw ’em by the 100’s, watchin’ strippers do the splits (splits)
gon’ hit that flex, i ain’t trippin’ on the b-tches
prolly one out of a 10 in california i ain’t hit
b-tch, i’m raw, smell that sh-t
hold our jaw up in your lips
get a silly straw, have a sip, haha
motherf-ckin’ tyga, she ain’t met me, then she lyin’
i pull that rocker out, n-gga, david and goliath
melt your f-ckin’ face, boy, like that n-gga on the wire
them n-ggas washed up, need a dryer, dry ’em
free my brother weezy, now we back up on your tv
i’m rollin’ at 250, speedin’ me, my n-gga breezy
right behind me, r-r-range rove’, t-rell, mean ho
bunch a bad b-tches, too tired, tell ’em b-tches what to do (do)
it’s young money ’til the death bed
if anythin’, we the best and it’s probably this

[chorus: kevin mccall, chris brown & both]
b-b-ballin’ like a b-tch (b-tch)
you can’t tell me nothin’ ’cause i’m ballin’ like a b-tch (uh, uh, uh, uh-huh)
filthy -ss rich (rich)
swimmin’ in this money ’cause i’m ballin’ like, b-ballin’ like a (ballin’ like a)
i’m ballin’ like a b-tch (bow, ballin’)
ballin’ like a b-tch (bow, ballin’)
b-b-ballin’ like a b-tch (bow, bow)
watch me do my sh-t
’cause i’m ballin’ like a b-tch (bow, ballin’)
ballin’ like a b-tch (bow, ballin’)
ballin’ like a b-tch (bow, bow)
watch me take your chick

- chris brown tyga lyrics

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