Chris Brown, Tyga, Kevin McCall - Ballin' lyrics

Tyga [Michael Ray Nguyen-Stevenson]

[Chris Brown, Tyga, Kevin McCall - Ballin' lyrics]

K-Mac

Ballin' like a bitch
You can't tell me nothin' 'cause I'm ballin'
Like a bitch Uh, uh, uh, uh huh
Filthy ass rich Rich
Swimmin' in this money 'cause
I'm ballin' like
B ballin' like a Ballin' like a
Ballin' like a bitch
B-B-B-Ballin' like a bitch Uh, uh, uh, uh huh
Filthy ass rich Rich
Swimmin' in this money 'cause
I'm ballin' like
B ballin' like a Ballin' like a

Look, BBC hat clean, diamond snap hook
Take a picture with it like
It's my last look Look
G-Gold MacBook, cost a hunnid Gs Gs
I don't fuck with rats Rats
I throw away the cheese Cheese
I'm ballin', baby
You see this nigga shine Shine
I'm runnin' shit, 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 bass got that bump Bump
That shit that make you jump Jump
Ballin' like a bitch, 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 bitch, roger that
It's Breezy, baby

Ballin' like a bitch
You can't tell me nothin' 'cause I'm ballin'
Like a bitch Uh, uh, uh, uh huh
Filthy ass rich Rich
Swimmin' in this money 'cause
I'm ballin' like
B ballin' like a Ballin' like a
I'm ballin' like a bitch Bow, ballin'
Ballin' like a bitch Bow, ballin'
B-B-Ballin' like a bitch Bow, bow
Watch me do my shit
'Cause, I'm ballin' like a bitch Bow, ballin'
Ballin' like a bitch Bow, ballin'
Ballin' like a bitch Bow, bow
Watch me take your chick

Uh, snapback nigga back up in this bitch
Throw 'em by the hunnids
Watchin' strippers do the split's Split's
Gon' hit that flex
I ain't trippin' on the bitches
Prolly one out of a ten
In California I ain't hit
Bitch, I'm raw, smell that shit
Hold your jaw up in your lips
Get a silly straw, have a sip, haha
Motherfuckin' Tyga, she ain't met me
Then she lyin'
I pull that rocker out, nigga
David and Goliath
Melt your fuckin' face, boy
Like that nigga on the Wire
Them niggas washed up, need a dryer, dry 'em
Free my brother Weezy
Now we back up on your TV
I'm rollin' at two-fifty, speedin' me
My nigga Breezy
Right behind me, R-R-Range Rove', T-Rell
Mean ho bunch a bad bitches too
Tell 'em bitches what to do Do
It's Young Money 'til the death bed
If anythin', we the best at
It's probably this

B-B-Ballin' like a bitch
You can't tell me nothin' 'cause I'm ballin'
Like a bitch Uh, uh, uh, uh huh
Filthy ass rich Rich
Swimmin' in this money 'cause
I'm ballin' like
B ballin' like a Ballin' like a
I'm ballin' like a bitch Bow, ballin'
Ballin' like a bitch Bow, ballin'
B-B-Ballin' like a bitch Bow, bow
Watch me do my shit
'Cause, I'm ballin' like a bitch Bow, ballin'
Ballin' like a bitch Bow, ballin'
Ballin' like a bitch Bow, bow
Watch me take your chick

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