Ballin - Yowda, Young Bossi, Grape Ape

Balling, all I do is keep balling

Balling, balling, all I do is keep balling

Balling, balling, all I do is keep balling

All I do is keep balling, all I do is keep balling

Since day one, I’ve been moving A1

In the kitchen like ammo, doing service like Avon

Packs leaving out of Las Vegas, touchdown in Carol City

Got another 21 year middle height

King of the trap, come fuck with me

I’m ballin, niggas mad ‘cause they hatin

Mirror tint on that Ghost so haters could see the look on they face

Off bread and I ain’t

Go broke, I’ll never

You see me, I’m with the real niggas

In the convo’s bout cheddar

Block master, spent 2 bricks on a yacht master

Movin Rosey at the KOD

Tryna see who can blow they knot faster

Louie all over my body, gold all over my neck

Bitches all on my dick, every time I fall away in some check

What’s happenin?

Nothing here but this trackin

Play with my money and soul

Boy my patience screamin, it’s nothing

My nigga pimpin hoes, you know life a bitch

Them pussy niggas broke, hatin like a bitch

I’m ballin out in Vegas, I done blew a brick

Cartier Rolls and the gold on the wrist

Ballin, all I do is keep ballin

Big deed on my beamer, all these bad bitches exotic

They say feds all on my tail, Rolls Royce on my cell

Half of it is kilos

I put the bitch on sell

I keep furs off, am I freezing?

Diamond rings on my finger

My main bitch had to bounce, my side bitch at the seasons

All I smoke is that west side

Lawrence Taylor, that left side

80 racks in my hublot, vin a car, they coolo

Rich nigga my dinner, choppa still in my Benz

Double M be the empire

Bitch, 100 M’s