G-Unit - Ballin' lyrics

Until God calls for me I'ma keep ballin'
Keep on ballin' to my niggas and my bitches
Looking down on me
I know y'all see me when I'm ballin'
You know I got to keep ballin'
Till the FEDs come we ballin' out
Y'all niggas y'all know what this
About when I'm ballin'
That stash house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin', we shot callin'

Versace down from my head to my neck
Pootie Tang with the belt game
Show some respect
All these bitches on my dick, same, old shit
RIP to Pimp C, I'm the same, old pimp
Fly over seven different time zones
I got a big booty bitch up in shroom zone
Got emergency blunts when I come home
Cause that rapper weed'll have
Your lungs gone
Yeah, Malibu beaches, unlaced bikini bottoms
Mo' money, mo' problems
Fo' fo' will solve 'em
Just every day I'm with a stank sip
30 in the clip
Riding through that Gaza Strip
Kill a nigga quick
Hit a nigga with my race car
Tony Yayo turn to Tony Stewart
Rap niggas die over music

Just got this brand new chopper and
I'm dying to use it
Dry snitching niggas testifying
In their music
I seen niggas last five minutes
Then they lose it
Wrap the sheet around his neck, he said
"this time I couldn't do it"
A platinum nigga in the penitentiary going
"do it" put Prada on the prison yard
Started getting to it
Two zero's, six, six, nine, 'o seven five
That's the number that they gave
Me when I arrived it's just another form of
Slavery that's in disguise
To all my niggas locked up
Just trying to survive, i know why

Until God calls for me I'ma keep ballin'
Keep on ballin' to my niggas and my bitches
Looking down on me
I know y'all see me when I'm ballin'
You know I got to keep ballin'
Till the FEDs come we ballin' out
Y'all niggas y'all know what this
About when I'm ballin'
That stash house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin', we shot callin'

I'm yelling money over bitches
Money over everything
Money got me everything, every watch
Every chain every brick, every whip
Kicks with designer names
I used to hustle taxes
Whose child I can claim
Paid all my mama's bills so
How can she complain? Call my bitches dimes
I treat 'em like loose change
Kobe Bryant in the clutch
Ballin' with my ankle sprained
No love, got it out the mud
My shirt ain't got a stain iced out Rollie
Three fingers reppin' Rida Gang
Entire streets in the streets so
Them hoes know I came

Uh, ballin' on these hoes all the time
You got your kids, don't need mine
Word to my favorite design
My mama raised me to shine
These C notes play in my mind, they on rewind
I am top five alive
I've been picked out by God
I'm never not on my job
Too hard to argue that
Shinin' my records like
"where's my target at?"
Came through your stereo
Feel me chargin' back
I'm owin' you 15 bombs for that
Stains in the garden
Hear when they all go black
Cracks in the armor
This reach further than rap
Before we start react, mob attack
Stacks or don't call me
Rain down 'til nobody standin'
Won't show no snipe for your army, uh

Until God calls for me I'ma keep ballin'
Keep on ballin' to my niggas and my bitches
Looking down on me
I know y'all see me when I'm ballin'
You know I got to keep ballin'
Till the FEDs come we ballin' out
Y'all niggas y'all know what this
About when I'm ballin'
That stash house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin', we shot callin'
You know I got to keep ballin'
Till the FEDs come we ballin' out
Y'all niggas y'all know what this
About when I'm ballin'
That stash house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin', we shot callin'