Fat Joe
Fat Joe - Ballin' lyrics
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[Intro: Fat Joe] That you blow That king size you blow [Bridge: Teyana Taylor] Ballin’, dribble dribble shoot swish Ballin’, do it like this, bitch Ballin’, steppin out of Saks Fifth Ballin’, Everyday is Christmas [Hook: Teyana Tayor] Ballin’, Cash rules everything around me Ballin’, Cash rules everything around me Ballin’, Cash rules everything around me Ballin’, If you aint gettin money you from round me (Ballin’) [Verse 1: Fat Joe] No matter the weather, can’t imagine it better Got me lookin’ for clear in the Bill Cosby sweater Hundred bottles is better and they come in those cases I’m talkin’ peoples and places, we make it light up like Vegas Ugh, I swear this bitch is dumb as shit But her ass is even dumber now that's dumber and dumber How to take off a summer Took a flight out to Russia, we even flew out her mother huh Fuck you niggas talkin’ bout? At the Rucker house about to bring Jordan out They want to get coke wet cause of my fan base I used to get caught wet, I had to fan base [Bridge:] [Hook:] [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] O Versace shades and some og J’s Keep some og blaze cause that’s what got me paid Rockin all this Wang, they look at me strange Lots of Diamondair when I'm on the plane Ridin’ through the city me and Joe crack A pound of what I’m puffin’ cost you four stacks Niggas get it twisted cause my tour selled What the fuck you think a nigga was before rap? And my crib is new and I talk shit in my interviews And my wife called my interludes I don't break laws I just bend the rules Got racks might spend a few Couldn’t walk a day in my shoes Got my own day you seen it in the news Presidential smoke presidential rollie Porsche 911, picture me rollin’ Poppin’ champagne og kush haulin’ Put that in your phone, whether you call it [Bridge:] [Hook:] [Verse 3: Fat Joe] Hahahaha, coke up in her bra Nerve of you all a crip is a Colliseum Olajuwon nigga I just Akeem Worry about the bell, my niggas they got to free em Champagne dreams and broke pockets This why we call em niggas false prophets Ballin’, bitch I'm fuckin ballin’ You can call me Spalding Or maybe even Rawlings Met her at the Esseses over there in New Orleans She said she kinda shy but her body keep callin’ Yeah they keep callin’, I aint even into them Niggas jump ship, Pirates of the Carribean Tell Wiz roll and smoke foggin’ my glasses Niggas is my sons, I acclaim em on my taxes Look how big her ass is, I think she got the Nicki plan Ballin’, but I aint passin or dribblin’ [Bridge:] [Hook:]