Beelow - Ballaholic lyrics

Hmm.. Hmm... Hmm.... Chorus repeat 2x Big Ballin, BRC made n***a 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' a** trucks, buyin whatever the f** I want Holling I want this, pullin out a green chunk I ride with hustlers, ballers, and k**ers 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 sh** jump off I'm a roast your a** 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 a**a**yn'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: ??? sh** How many n***as you know look good when they floss like me And how many n***as you know could claim that they the boss like me sh** I don't know, but every time I take a cruise All these n***as be lookin like "Damn" and these b**hes 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 n***a fine Ain't even stop to shine but its so already in line sh**, BMG to me stand for Big Money Grippers Steady clockin' major figgas BRC hard hitters sh**, my n***a 'Low, he already worth a mil All these n***as 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 f**ed Big Ballin n***a what