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troof beats - ballin' lyrics

[intro]
yea
i don’t work for money i let money work for me
(ballin’)
yea
(callin’)

[chorus]
see me balling
see me balling (ballin’)
money calling
money calling (callin’)
running up the racks
and you know i’m all in (i’m all in)
running up the racks
and you know i’m all in (i’m all in)
see me balling
see me balling (ballin’)
money calling
money calling (callin’)
running up the racks
and you know i’m all in (i’m all in)
running up the racks
and you know i’m all in (i’m all in)

[verse 1]
i don’t work for money i make money work for me
she don’t twerk for money but she still gone twerk for me
blowing through the hundreds
let’em go cause i don’t need em
i got tunnel vision
f-ck a hater i don’t seeeeee them
i know that they broke don’t wanna beeeee them
i just got a house up on a hill
got it for the low
but it’s worth a couple mil’
stacking up the dough
and my sauce don’t ever spill
naaaah
and you could ask about me n-ggas know w-ssup
and if not they b-tches do they always notice us
i got haters out here mad cause they still broke as f-ck
we ain’t the same
y’all made from a different mold than us
cut from a different cloth
i was destined to be a boss
and i’m out here just going off
cause n-ggas was tryna play us
i might have took a hiatus
now i’m back here to get it
you could charge the it to the game
i really ain’t got a limit

[verse 2]
in the city
d just hit a fifth in front of saks
i can’t get a belt unless i buy my girl the purse to match
goyard or godiva
see those g’s and they excite her
gu-gu-gucci my attire
she want me to slide inside her
and i’m with it
so shorty let me hit it from the back
face down -ss up
cause she like the way i rap
they already know w-ssup
whenever i get on the track
i got b-tches tryna f-ck
cause they seen me with the racks
che-che-checking out the telly
and my lady dipped in louis
i keep shorty h-lla spoiled
do her nails and then she do me
n-ggas hate
acting fake
so my life be like a movie
they wanna make a scene
i let my brothers do the shooting
uh
i get the bands and they doubling up
i hit your b-tch
her friend wanna f-ck
heard it was lit
shorty w-ssup
won’t get her back
oh no good luck
when i’m around all the hoes wanna f-ck
stacking these bands
throwing them up
when i’m around all the hoes wanna f-ck
stacking these bands
throwing them up

yea

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