Ras Kass, E-40, Crazy Lil Dude - Ballin' lyrics
[Ras Kass, E-40, Crazy Lil Dude - Ballin' lyrics]
If you got money (ballin', ballin’, ballin')
If you got cars (ballin', ballin’, ballin')
If you got women (ballin', ballin', ballin')
You a star (ballin', ballin', ballin')
In my own mind I’m ballin’
That's what I said to myself
Before I started really ballin’
I kept on talking it up till it came true
Like a volcano I finally blew
Got that old money and that brand new
Sworn on the counter fuck the price I'm
Only gonna wear it once anyway
I can't wear the same clothes twice
Bad enough I lost the 3 hundred
When I roll the dice i gotta have it all
I don't want just a slice
I come from the gutter me and my raccoons
Used to eat with our hands
Fuck a silver spoon
Now it’s Ruth's Chris modern Steak House
Me and my broad, my soon to be spouse
Getting chauffeured in the back
Seat of my 2012
Drinking lamby cognac on my way to LA
Smoking sour diesel talking on my cell
Money calling, bitch I'm ballin'
If you got money (ballin', ballin', ballin')
If you got cars (ballin', ballin', ballin')
If you got women (ballin', ballin', ballin')
You a star (ballin', ballin', ballin')
Uh, ehere do I begin, Rasy got a deadly pin
That's why y'all lames rarely win
Cheeky eye ballin' like Jeremy Lynn
Game of thrones freezing I'm
Manipulating play with hopes
Hoops a lap with a famous flow
Pastry chef nigga I made the dough
Caked up and eat the breed
Like Jarett from subway every
Time the club lay
Lil man eating feet slump shit
Ask Mac Mill, that's the donald trump shit
Swag I seen and the rich stop serve
The shit's and giggles I might
Laugh out a turd light up the sky, too high
4th of July, holiday in Dubai nigga, bye
If you got cars (ballin', ballin’, ballin')
If you got women (ballin', ballin', ballin')
You a star (ballin', ballin', ballin')
In my own mind I’m ballin’
That's what I said to myself
Before I started really ballin’
I kept on talking it up till it came true
Like a volcano I finally blew
Got that old money and that brand new
Sworn on the counter fuck the price I'm
Only gonna wear it once anyway
I can't wear the same clothes twice
Bad enough I lost the 3 hundred
When I roll the dice i gotta have it all
I don't want just a slice
I come from the gutter me and my raccoons
Used to eat with our hands
Fuck a silver spoon
Now it’s Ruth's Chris modern Steak House
Me and my broad, my soon to be spouse
Getting chauffeured in the back
Seat of my 2012
Drinking lamby cognac on my way to LA
Smoking sour diesel talking on my cell
Money calling, bitch I'm ballin'
If you got money (ballin', ballin', ballin')
If you got cars (ballin', ballin', ballin')
If you got women (ballin', ballin', ballin')
You a star (ballin', ballin', ballin')
Uh, ehere do I begin, Rasy got a deadly pin
That's why y'all lames rarely win
Cheeky eye ballin' like Jeremy Lynn
Game of thrones freezing I'm
Manipulating play with hopes
Hoops a lap with a famous flow
Pastry chef nigga I made the dough
Caked up and eat the breed
Like Jarett from subway every
Time the club lay
Lil man eating feet slump shit
Ask Mac Mill, that's the donald trump shit
Swag I seen and the rich stop serve
The shit's and giggles I might
Laugh out a turd light up the sky, too high
4th of July, holiday in Dubai nigga, bye