Sounwave - Budget Ballin lyrics

[Intro/Hook] You could find me in the hood poppin' Or in the club stuntin' There is no Other option And you can't tell me nothin' The camera keeps flashin' So I'mma keep flauntin' Cause what you don't know is I'm a baller on a budget (And I) [Verse 1] Defy the odds when I step out the house Pull a chick lookin' like a n***a fresh off the couch Then I pull up in that white thing But I don't mean it as if its something to brag about sh**, my car's just white man Sharp as a tack, in track to get at the club Bottle service reserved Go on and po' you a cup I sip until I throw up My hands dance in the cut By myself I ain't lying Attracting all of the s*uts I got a chip on my shoulder Like there was chips in my pocket There ain't a cent in my jeans But you might smell the ganja I must be living a dream man You say I'm her dream man So why take advantage of her f** her to dreamland (???) Absolutely, but I love it ya'll Still drink that cheap sh** That smells like rubbing alcohol Still going half on a sack Hitting pretty broads Taking off pretty Vickys With the matching pretty Bras [Hook] You could find me in the hood poppin' All in the club stuntin' There is no other option And you can't tell me nothin' The camera keeps flashin So I'mma keep flauntin' Cause what you don't know is I'm a baller on a budget (And I) Fresh dressed like a million bucks (And I) I hold it down, they know what's up The party ain't stopping So I'mma keep frontin' Cause what you don't know is I'm a baller on a budget (And I) [Verse 2] Give em' the chills Rollin' on hot wheels It ain't mine, it's the homie's I'm just keeping it real Say I'm phoney baloney Even words tryna bone me I got the hood on my back Ain't gotta tattoo it on me But as a matter of fact I'mma tattoo it on me I know you thinking I'm immaculate That's accurate, homie (Word Up) Like the magazine with all of them posters I keep a Halle Berry in the ashtray full of roaches (To smoke up) Pa** the light I'm finna have me a night If your wifey's hitting the club Before she leaves, hold her tight Look her dead in the eye Tell her you love her to d**h And hope she don't come home with black and mild on her breath It's Ab-Soul, the best dressed n***a in debt Got chicks fresh outta high school, adult swimwear (Yes) I know I make it look simple Like it ain't really nothing Cause it ain't really nothing, no [Hook] You could find me in the hood poppin' All in the club stuntin' There is no other option And you can't tell me nothin' The camera keeps flashin So I'mma keep flauntin' Cause what you don't know is I'm a baller on a budget (And I) Fresh dressed like a million bucks (And I) I hold it down, they know what's up The party ain't stopping So I'mma keep frontin' Cause what you don't know is I'm a baller on a budget (And I) [Verse 3] Keep it cool, they know I'm hot (And I) Do what it do, running the spot (And I) Don't want no problems I'm just really tryna party Ain't a dollar in my wallet And nobody tryna rob me (So I) Keep it cool, they know I'm hot (They know I'm hot) Do what it do, running the spot (Running the spot) Don't want no problems I'm just really tryna party Ain't a dollar in my wallet And nobody tryna rob me (So I) Tell myself its too good to be true These n***as like, "Ab, I bet it feel good to be you" But I'm just living my life, like T.I. and Rihanna Making grown women melt, like ice in a sauna And you know I got my shades on Mackin' a model that keeps pronouncing my name wrong I don't cuff her, but she respects my authority So when you lookin' for a G [Hook]