Meek Mill, Shizz Nitty - Ballin lyrics

It’s the dream team bitch mr philadelphia
Philly in this bitch, Meek Million
Jalil Beats, holla at me

All I ever wanted was a
Million and a bad bitch
Used to blow my money and wake
Up like where my stacks went
I was 17 I left my crib
Went where the cash went
And popped back in my hood in an Aston
Mansion flying with the top off
And I’m getting topped off
I’m about my chicken bitch
And I spit that hot sauce
Mustard yellow Breitling, tell 'em catch up
I’m a hot dog hood nigga
But I live my life like I’m a rock star
Shot bar, fuck no
Take me where the bottles at
Mr rose baby, get a lot of that
Copy that, roger that
I be where it’s popping at
Jahlil he put a hit out on
That beat I b-b-body that
Imma take the offshore, baby
Cause it costs more
Elevator take me to the top
Right on the ball floor
Shawty tried to jump inside the coupe
Can’t find the car door
Why you think I work so much
And grind so fucking hard for

Hey, bottles up, shawty drop me down
Ask who fucking with me, not a sound
Hear them haters talking, but they whispering
So what they saying bout me
Cause I’m getting it we ballin, we ballin
Ballin like it’s Spalding
Everytime I wake up all I
Hear is money calling
Ballin and ballin, tearing up the Martin
Call me Mr wrecking ball the way
I break them walls in

Fuck niggas and bitches ain’t Shizzy a dope
Used to have weed
Now they say the bottom got dope
Knew a nigga had soap
And they rocked his ass
Saw they did a round hit
And they stopped his ass
Million dollar nigga
They call him socks in the air
They don’t play around anigga
They got Glocks over there
Rest in peace to Lil, he was just in the way
When them bullets from up top
Man they started to spray
It’s just another story from around the way
Where we keep a tough crew
And them boys don’t play
75 nigga ball, rest in peace to bubble
I like my remmy and my rose, bud is
Keep winning, and keep on losing
You keep on hating and
Your bitch keep choosing
You think she ain’t?
Motherfucker we got bottles
Sitting everywhere ain’t too many niggas
Models sitting everywhere

Hey, bottles up, shawty drop me down
Ask who fucking with me, not a sound
Hear them haters talking, but they whispering
So what they saying bout me
Cause I’m getting it we ballin, we ballin
Ballin like it’s Spalding
Everytime I wake up all I
Hear is money calling
Ballin and ballin, tearing up the Martin
Call me Mr wrecking ball the way
I break them walls in