LYRIC: Uh yea bitch I'm ballin, bitch I'm balling Betchu nigga, he ain't balling (like me) Yea, bitches choosing and they calling Cause I'm balling said they wanna fuck a nigga (like me) And my niggas paid, they ain't never gotta pay (like me) Yea bitch I'm ballin, bitch I'm balling Betchu nigga, he ain't balling (like me) Uh, tyga strike, rally paint I'm the shit, bitch let it stink (let it stink) Rinse your eyes with my holy water, I ain't gone take her I know that's his only daughter, nigga whatchu thinkin? This that big bang rapper ballin, huh I don't even drink, but she alcoholic Baby sip it til it's gone (yea I know it) Uh, cash like coke, bitches gotta blow it. So put your number on this paper, I promise I'll call No, I can't called bitch I'm lying, I don't use my phone, shit Shit is on silence all day long I don't need no interruption when I'm makin you moan Early morn, wake up, then you yawn Breakfast in bed, waffles and a little head, Roscoe's Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit Cause I'm ballin, bitch Uh yea bitch I'm ballin, bitch I'm balling Betchu nigga, he ain't balling (like me) Yea, bitches choosing and they calling Cause I'm balling said they wanna fuck a nigga (like me) And my niggas paid, they ain't never gotta pay (like me) Yea bitch I'm ballin, bitch I'm balling Betchu nigga, he ain't balling (like me) Uh, hotel suite, presidential Fuck you bitchin whatchu been thru I got two doors homie, one side for my clothes Another side for my big shoes Now that's ballin, don't think that's ballin? Motherfucker how would you know it, if you've never done it I turned my engine on loud, wake the neighbor, honey Life like chocolate when you getting money Rain, rain dollar bills in my dreams Bitches fighting for me like it's Jerry Spring' But is the summer, winter, they fallin for me Colder than a coca cola polar, 7 degrees You know you watch t.v, seperate your mind, please If you're the bomb bitch, why you tryna tick with me Remove your top, time to pop She said she like it rough, so I beat it up, pussy punch Uh yea bitch I'm ballin, bitch I'm balling Betchu nigga, he ain't balling (like me) Yea, bitches choosing and they calling Cause I'm balling said they wanna fuck a nigga (like me) And my niggas paid, they ain't never gotta pay (like me) Yea bitch I'm ballin, bitch I'm balling Betchu nigga, he ain't balling (like me) King lazareth, living on that lavish shit Lose your mind, lose your sense Pay attention, yea you feeling me Fill my cup high as trees, relax feel the breeze All jokes aside, got a mistress on the side If you ridin for me then you gone ride or die Ruff Ryder Volume 2 my love If you wanna party, got a party bus Capacity us, full moon, brandy glass So loosen your Gucci baby, lemme spank that ass Taste so good, blue berry rasp Berry berry cherry, whip cream on that twat You can applaud that, terminator, I'll be right back Say my name, Tyga man, screaming so loud, like I know you can Uh yea bitch I'm ballin, bitch I'm balling Betchu nigga, he ain't balling (like me) Yea, bitches choosing and they calling Cause I'm balling said they wanna fuck a nigga (like me) And my niggas paid, they ain't never gotta pay (like me) Yea bitch I'm ballin, bitch I'm balling Betchu nigga, he ain't balling (like me) Sound so good; make ya wanna slap your mama Young money, Tyga, Tyga, nigga

• published: 16 Jul 2012
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