Get at they ass, boy!
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 Ice on my wrist, I'm ballin' man
 Hoes on my dick, I'm ballin' man
 Cases of Crystile, I'm ballin' man
 Shoes of crocodile, I'm ballin' man
 House on the lake, I'm ballin' man
 Tight 2 Def straight pushing weight, I'm ballin' man
 Dubs on the Lex', I'm ballin man
 Cashing eight figure checks, I'm ballin man

 Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo Drama, How you doing it?

 Me and my niggas, we riding dirty from Charleston to Texas
 Bowling Ball paint job, with D's on the Lex
 Beamers and Cadillacs, Optimos and fat sacks
 We trained for combat, you wrong, then we attack
 We ride like Desperado on the spokes goldened out
 Keep cheese in the pockets
 And keep our distance from cop blockers
 AK on the front seat for any drama I may meet
 My pager off killing hoes, providing them B's and Vouges
 Clientelle getting bigger, while calculating money figures
 More realer than Rockafeller more cheese than Donald Trump
 Niggas they hear me, they wanna kill me like JFK
 Why, cause I ride tight, on ? out of sight
 It might be the hoes, or could it be that I ride on Vogues
 My trunk is filled with speakers, I know damn well you hear me
 Got a torch, you see me
 Hundred spokes that beaming
 Niggas plotting they haters, and busters they wanna be me

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 In the club I'm balling bitch, now show me love
 Bossalinie, Versace shoes, with some Gator boots
 Dom Perion, it's on now through the early morn'
 Fuck a hobby man, cause balling be my occupation
 Playa hating ass nigga, can't take the temptation
 Wanna rush me, then bust me, then leave me fucked in the game
 All because I drained his bitch, now partners use his name
 See the spokes, and how the gleaming make 'em wanna scheme
 85 Chevy Caprice off on some Dayne-Daynes
 Paint job, be clocking mills, with some blowed brains
 20 and bubble, gone buy the Reeboks, now them some shoes
 With the 9 up on the seat, thats where its supposed to be
 For them bustas and them haters that wanna touch a G
 Put it down and moved on up too like me George Jefferson
 Fuck the law, and fuck the pen, because I'm ballin man
 Loved the living, I'm dedicated all to the game
 I'm ballin' man

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 When I'm heated in the club, around 12 o' clock
 All eyes on a playa, cause I'll blow up the spot
 You can hate, we blowing clouts in the V.I.P
 Ballers sport rims, like they stars of films
 My moneys too unfadable for them too-tight crews
 And tear da roof off this bitch with this Tight 2 Def shit
 Nigga knocking, hoe jocking, cause this shit don't quit
 In the club V.I.P til' the early morning
 Cases of Crystile, even Dom Perion
 A McGuyver Road nigga, so you know I don't play
 But if it come down to it, I got my K
 Fuck the flexing, cause we ballin', shot callin' and stacking
 And if it come down to the gunplay,
 Tight 2 Def ain't lacking
 Your money ain't long enough for me, so hoe don't talk
 Cause down here in Atlanta nigga, we walk the walk
 I say it loud and clear
 I'm ballin' man

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