Paul Wall - Big Ballin' lyrics

[Paul Wall - Big Ballin' lyrics]

I'm ballin baby gridiron on the beat
Big house, big car
Hoes everywhere, ice everywhere
Money everywhere
I'm ballin man, I ain't braggin
I'm just tellin you what it is like
I'm ballin knahmtalkinbout? Whattup?
I see you on the beat mo' betta

I'm comin down, candy paint
Sprayed by that Eddie
12 coats of that clear lookin
Like some grape jelly
My paint's drippin wet, my slab is superb
Park the truck and catchin boppers down
Here in this dirty third
I hold it down for the
Block bleeders workin overtime
Not concerned at all with petty shit
I'm occupied on the grind
I keep my mind on breakin


Bread, makin chess moevs, thinkin ahead
I soaked up game at a early
Age, I'm built for this, i'mma seasoned vet
Swangers symbolize respect
Cain't just anybody tip on Vogues
They'll catch you slippin in the turnin lane
And leave ya ass naked walkin home
Candy on chrome is how I drive
With screens fallin in the back of the ride
My music screwed and my drank is purple
Go and take a sip I'd be obliged
I'm comin straight from the land of the fry
The city of syrup and the home of Screw
I'm on the block with my potnah Gooch
Stashin cash in my Reebok shoe
What that do I can't complain
The candy gloss drippin off the frame
Ball in the mix I'm off the chain
It's goin down H Town

I'm big ballin baby, yeahhh
And I'm spendin cheese
I'm on my grind all day makin money with ease

I'm grippin on that woodgrain
I'm sippin on that good drank
I'm showin love to every side
And every neighborhood mayne
I got them neon lights glowin
Representin my block i'm on that 59 South
Ridin with my trunk popped
From that Homestead to that Spice
Lane, I'm on Scott, in the turning lane
I'm headed straight to that Timmy Chan's
Order up and let's get some wangs
New Hawk on that chan-nel
I'm on that dolly right
On the way to my gran-ty house
I'm navigated by bubble lights
I'm tatted by that Junior
I'm cut up by White Mike
Busted up by that Mr davis
Sluggin me is a beautiful night
That chrome is quite atrocious
Complimented by candy gloss
I'm tiptoein on fo' swangers
Eighty-fo's like Randy Moss
Open mouth and show platinum grill
It's like a disco ball
I got expensive tastes
Courtesy of expensive jaws
They see me comin grill and woman
Truck bumpin
Knockin pictures off the wall is
Nuttin cause I'm a baller

I'm big ballin baby, yeahhh
And I'm spendin cheese
I'm on my grind all day makin money with ease

When the speakers start bumpin
And that fifth relax
I make the trunk dance around
Like it's doin jumpin jacks
I'm ridin on them Spyders
Them eighty-fo's tiptoein
And that trunk is exalted with
Them neon lights glowin
The candy paint's immaculate
Drippin wet up off the fender
Beat the block up like a boxer
Chop the street up like a blender
I got the flat screens fallin
Down from the ceiling
And the platinum mouthpiece with
Diamonds in the filling
I'm big ballin, grippin grain, breakin bread
I'm stackin change
Gettin money I'm havin thangs
With two commas, i can't complain
Drippin candy paint, off the frame
Switchin lanes
In the turning lane leavin stains
Cause, I'm a baller

I'm big ballin baby, yeahhh
And I'm spendin cheese
I'm on my grind all day makin money with ease

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