Kirby Maurier - Ballin’ lyrics

That 9 to 5 ain't right
I wanna get the money, get the paper
Doing the shit I like
And be a boss baby be a boss bitch
Don’t need a nigga buy my own shit

I won't stop until I get it get it
Cause Imma hustla baby and Im wit
It, wit it, wit it, wit it
My own car my own ride
No bus stop no curb side


Stack the money so high that it
Reach heaven see that light that’ll be tight
Ballin’ for the rest of my life
The rest of my life
Imma be ballin for the rest of my life
Nigga that’s right
Imma be ballin for the rest of my life

Stack the money so high that it
Reach heaven see that light that’ll be tight
Imma be Ballin’ for the rest of my life
The rest of my life
Imma be ballin for the rest of my life
Nigga that’s right
Imma be ballin for the rest of my life
Such a beautiful sight
Imma whip the yacht to the spot
Hop on the chopper take flight hold up
Roll up and get hella bent
Next day wake up and do it all again

Cause I won't stop until I get I, get it
Oh cause Imma hustla baby and I’m
Wit it, wit it, wit it, wit it
My pockets swole my diamonds shine
And I’m all about that dolla sign
Bout bout that dolla sign eh, eh
Cause I’m on the rise mutha fuck you haters
And if you on that shit then a hoe gon’ slide
Imma see you later
Cause the hate gon’ come and I ain’t gon run
Imma show yall fools
Cause I’m bout my fee and I promise you
This what I’m gon’ do
This what I’m gon’ do-o-o ooh