I'm Ballin' Lyrics

Drama - I'm Ballin' Lyrics

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I'm Ballin' Lyrics

Raheem presents Drama, Tight 2 motherfucking Def

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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