Текст песни Big Balla Dolla - Yung Westwood

Yung Westwood just got off parole
Yung Westwood gonna call, up tha hoes
Yung Westwood always ballin up in, da court
Yung Westwood just pulled up in da club
Yung Westwood this, Yung Westwood that
How the fuck Westwood pullin alla dat
How da fuck can he just ball and still pull in all the racks
How the fuck does Yung Westwood think he can bring ballin back

Yeah, yeah he's a Big Balla Dolla
Don't call your mama (Yeah)

He's a Big Balla Dolla Big Balla Dolla
And he gonna call tha halla

Yeah bitch we be fuckin on da hide a bed
So if my baby momma come I'm gonna hide yo ass
Man I love pumpkin zaza it's my favorite snack
Gotta thick pumpkin bitch rubbin on my back
They call me big balla dolla cuz I got da racks
If you're ever needed crack boy I got yo back
See me ballin shootin hoops with my homie Rick Ross
Call me big balla dolla, I'm the fucking boss

Yeah, yeah he's a Big Balla Dolla
Don't call your mama (Yeah)

He's a Big Balla Dolla Big Balla Dolla
And he gonna call tha halla

I'm in Salt Lake City looking for the titties
Go to a Mormon strip club just to throw them fifties
Everytime I pull up I give them my keys
For exchange they give me a full platter of cheese
I'm talking Swiss pepper jack provolone and Brie
All the cheesy bitches melting when they see me

Yung Westwood bouta hit dat Buh effect
Yung Westwood gonna hop in da coupe and skirt