paroles de chanson Ballin (feat. Kevin Gates) - Starlito feat. Kevin Gates
I'm
ballin
ballin
ballin
bitch,
don't
know
what
else
to
call
it,
shit.
All
these
dollars
I
brought
with
me.
I
fuck
around
spend
all
this
shit.
I
fuck
around
spend
all
this
shit.
I
fuck
around
spend
all
this
shit.
I
started
off
fucked
up,
finally
got
my
weight
up.
Still
trying
to
figure
out,
what
the
fuck
you
hating
for?
When
I
come
around
it
feel
just
like
an
appraisal.
Independent
nigga
gettin
it
in
just
like
the
majors.
Counting
through
the
check
feel
like
a
nigga
turning
pages.
If
you
were
cool
you
ain't
no
more,
you've
done
us
both
a
favor.
Eighties
baby,
grew
up
on
a
pistol
and
a
pager.
Got
a
free
quarter
ounce,
I
bet
a
hundred
on
the
Lakers.
I
should
say
against
them,
you
know
I'm
riding
with
the
heat.
With
the
karma
stole
my
box
Chevy.
Box
of
rubbers,
box
of
swisha
sweets.
Still
got
a
bitch
that'll
get
your
bitch
to
leave.
Switch
up
freaks
like
I
swap
my
whips,
that
shit
ain't
real
as
shit
to
me.
I'm
ballin
ballin
ballin
bitch,
don't
know
what
else
to
call
it,
shit.
All
these
dollars
I
brought
with
me.
I
fuck
around
spend
all
this
shit.
I
fuck
around
spend
all
this
shit.
I
fuck
around
spend
all
this
shit.
Screech
for
no
reason,
saved
by
the
bell.
This
bitch
to
the
right,
pretty
face,
tall,
white,
with
a
smile
like
lisa,
big
booty
diva.
Broke
a
brick
down,
meet
a
banda
there
and
three
hundred
for
the
oz
of
reefer.
Twenty
five
bags
of
the
og
kush
and
the
grandaddy
perco
weakon.
Zansa
tabs
in
the
air,
no
slab,
but
thank
god
for
my
peep.
On
the
road
doing
show
after
show
after
show
and
I
still
eat
good
all
features.
Clunking,
gold,
and
tweaking
if
the
streets
ain't
got
no
lean.
Say
they
bought
like
nine
fifty
for
the
seal
I
say
I
need.
Took
time,
this
crooks
fine.
Had
bad
karma,
I
shook
mine.
Jab
good,
slip
excellent.
Uppercut,
my
hook's
fine.
Refrigeration,
illustration,
ice
on
got
niggas
hating.
Foreign
whip,
foreign
bitch.
What
that
is?
Immigration.
Overcooked
dope
bags
cocaine
if
it
cook
too
long
then
they
may
complain.
Dope
game
both
lays
won't
say
no
names,
dope
made
propane,
won't
make
no
change.
From
the
ghetto
us
I
heard
that's
why
I'm
ballin,
I'm
ballin.
If
you've
got
a
problem
with
it
I
ain't
sorry,
I
ain't
sorry.
I'm
ballin
ballin
ballin
bitch,
don't
know
what
else
to
call
it,
shit.
All
these
dollars
I
brought
with
me.
I
fuck
around
spend
all
this
shit.
I
fuck
around
spend
all
this
shit.
I
fuck
around
spend
all
this
shit.
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