Ballaholic

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[Chorus x2]

Big Ballin, BRC made nigga

Shot callin, Beelow the ballaholic never falling

In the original Navi we straight flossin, whoa, whoa

[Verse 1:???]

I'm out chere rolling like some gumbo, fresh out the pot

Ballin all off up out of control, wooday

Ridin big ol' ass trucks, buyin whatever the fuck I want

Holling I want this, pullin out a green chunk

I ride with hustlers, ballers, and killers

And you don't want to go, to war with a, pro

I be on the go, actin' a got damn fool

Totin my fo' five cuz thats my boo

I keep my rat-a-tat-a-tat-a lied low in my Lac

And if some shit jump off I'm a roast your ass

I got candy and cream dog, A to the One

With a tight grip on my green dog, wodie

I'm straight pimpin the game, livin my life like a kingpin

Everyday livin by the trigga cuz I'm all in

Cheddar chasin', no time for no stallin

Money, weed, cars, hoes, big ballin

[Talking:]

Its beautiful

I told you once before and I'm a tell you again

Its beautiful up here on top baby

I mean the scenery is just gorgeous

Second verse baby

[Second Verse: Beelow]

I make your block hotter than Wayne

With them people at your door

Cause they see too much traffic, cuz I'm ballin out of control

Ghetto millionaire, done took this to another level

And when it comes down to this ballin', ain't a thing that you can tell me

Ballaholic baby

Got more things then you can pronounce

You can call me baby

I move nothing less then an ounce

Ain't no sense in stunnin' and frontin' and actin' like you want that

Your paper straight you bout your business you can get that

My Benz's eyed be bubbled, my Suburban I just gutted

That candy look and that grain them hoes love it

[Chorus x2]

[Verse Three: Beelow]

I be that big money gripper

Candy co come flipper

Twenty's is bling blingin' when I'm on your block dippin'

Drunk funkin' with that Beelow, wooday

I heard you bet I wouldn't make it, now you owe me

Ain't no ends too my pockets cuz my paper too long

I be the brother at the light talkin' on two cell phones

They be like, no he didn't, but best believe I did

Keep that nine on my side just to spill a hater wig

Hundred thousand dollar shop, it ain't no thang to me

Bout it for every day of the week, that ain't no thang to me

Platinum on my wrist and fingers, ain't no thang to me

A ballaholic till I die is what I aim to be

So catch me flippin on them assassyn's and my Yokohama slims

Bending blocks in the caddy, flossin harder then your daddy

See a Rolex for forty g's I gots to get that

I even bought one for my Suburban how u luv that?

[Chorus x2]

[Verse Four: ???]

Shit,

How many niggas you know look good when they floss like me

And how many niggas you know could claim that they the boss like me

Shit I don't know, but every time I take a cruise

All these niggas be lookin like "Damn" and these bitches looking like "Oooh"

See me comin' in my Navigator or its in my Benz

Gotcha old lady running around telling all her friends

Oooh girl he look cute, look, damn that nigga fine

Ain't even stop to shine but its so already in line

Shit, BMG to me stand for Big Money Grippers

Steady clockin' major figgas

BRC hard hitters

Shit, my nigga 'Low, he already worth a mil

All these niggas over here shining and bling blinging they got to chill

Already can't see good cuz I'm full of gin and weed

See this chain around my neck it be up for about 20 g's

Everything I roll with plushed

Everything I wear be crushed

And before I meet her I fucked

Big Ballin nigga what