Ballin Uncontrollably

Ballin' Uncontrollably

Ballin' Uncontrollably

Ballin' Uncontrollably

B-ballin' Uncontrollably

Man, I got everything candy-painted

Candy-painted tint, it's [?] so dark

I'd be lying if I said I ain't hit

At least nine of my friends

Plus, I got so much candy paint in my rims

Paint be flyin' off my car

Be candy paintin' the neighborhood kids

I got that whole block lookin' like it's Candyland

Ask about me, man, they be like, there go the candy man

I park the car in the garage and go in and

Come back the next mornin'

The rims are still spinnin'

Hit the wheels on that Phantom, man, that shit looks like the Batmobile

32-inch rims, shit, I ain't even got no wheels

Custom-fitted, custom-kitted wood grain

Custom everything, what's that on the seat?

Custom mustard stain

Now let's go hit the mall, y'all know that we finna ball

Get out the car, they be like, "Ah, there go them superstars! "

Hit every single store, flash a fucking wad of cash

But I ain't buying shit, bitch

Kiss my candy-painted ass

We

Ballin' Uncontrollably

Ballin' Uncontrollably

Ballin' Uncontrollably

B-ballin' Uncontrollably

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hit the corner liquor store

To get Corona, tip the owners

Sipped it on the way out as I dipped, I wanna rip the road up

And I'm a hit the cinema and I'm a get the hoes,

When I be it, I be it, shit, anything goes

I'm ballin' out of control, girls know I'm loaded with dough

But, shit, I'm stingy as fuck

I'm fuckin' stingy as hoes [?]

These bitches don't get a crumb, and it come

But I'm like what up

Shut up, bitch, sit up, get up off them knees

My candy paint's enough

If you're lucky, I'll let you hug me, but that's all you get

Then I'm a split, disappear, a cloud of smoke is all you see

Yeah

Ballin' Uncontrollably

Ballin' Uncontrollably

Ballin' Uncontrollably

B-ballin' Uncontrollably

Bitch, get the fuck out my car if we ain't finna fuck

I'm horny as fuck, bitch, are you suckin' my dick or what?

I'll fuck a chick in the butt, I really don't give a shit

Is pretty Marshall gonna have to go choke me a bitch?

You fuckin' keyed up my Benz

Bitch, I beat up my friends

Don't think I won't beat a bitch

I'll kick a six-year-old in the ribs

You fuckin' retard, I'll have you suckin' farts out my seat

I'll teach you not to know how to control your bowels when you eat

What the fuck do you think that colostomy bag is for, looks?

I ain't waste nine bullets on you for you to not sing no hooks

I fuckin' take a Make a Wish Foundation patient with me

How 'bout some coke inside of your saline solution IV?

Turn around and use it on me

You tryna take my keys?

You fuckin' broad, get in back, you're comin' to Florida with me,

Tell your momma I'm a drop you off at the hospital later

We finna make this run

Take this gun and cover me, Slater

And quit your

Ballin' Uncontrollably

Ballin' Uncontrollably

Ballin' Uncontrollably

B-ballin' Uncontrollably