Lil Wayne, Trae Tha Truth, Jeezy - Ballin (G-Mix) lyrics

You think you ballin cause you got a block?
He think he ballin cause he got a block?
You know these hoes came to see me ball
You know these hoes love to see me ball

King of the streets, bitch cause I'm in that
Julius Erving in the hood
Ask'em what they talking
If they don't tell ya I'm
Realest then them bitches hatin'
Trunk full of some call it wonderland
Find me somewhere off in the traffic
With this gun in hand
I'm tryna score like I was
Kobe and Jason Terry
Hit the block and get a triple
Double of this Katy Perry
I'm going in tell I'm going not at all
Diamonds on my head stupid they
Ain't got it all and if they did have it
I don't think they gave a fuck
Something like this F&NI'm holding
Nigga try your luck

Hopped up out the bed, I think my roof gone
Think I forgot to put my roof on
Said "fuck it, buy another car"
Hopped out the Lamb’
Said "fuck it, bought another car"
I bought the Phantom just to say it’s black
I bought the Phantom just to take a nap
I’m getting head in the backseat
I might stop and stand it tall like a athlete
I’m ballin’ hard, I need a jersey on
So much bread on me, I can buy a Jersey home
I’m on them Diddy’s, spendin’ Dirty Money
I’m on that Jizzle, spendin’ birdy money

These hoes call me Tunechi baby
Niggas think they seeing me
They hallucinating bitch, I’m balling
Ballin’ like a motherfucker
12 gauge, bitch, I got a dozen of them
Nigga broke, acting like he got it though
I’m with a Spanish bitch
If she ain't fucking, adios!
So many cars I’m like eenie meenie minie moe
So many colours in the diamonds, Kaleidoscope
Last year I made a
Hundred million dollars flat
Run in ya house
Get to poppin’ at your shower cap
My homies got them firebirds like Pontiac
And if them bitches don’t sell
We buy em back
Where the strippers, tell em Tune on his way
Tell them niggas I’m strapped like lingerie
I ain't trippin, I’m ballin, call me NBA
II ain't trippin, I’m ballin, call me NBA