Starlito - Ballin lyrics

[Produced by BandPlay] [Hook – Starlito][x2] I'm ballin ballin ballin b**h Don't know what else to call this sh** All this gualas I brought with me, I f** around and spend all this sh** I f** around spend all this sh**, I'm ballin ballin ballin b**h I f** around spend all this sh** [Verse 1 – Starlito] I started off f**ed up, finally got my weight up Still trying to figure out what the f** you hating for When I come around it feel just like an appraisal Independent n***a getting it in just like the majors Thumbing through the checks feel like a n***a turning pages If you was cool and ain't no more, you've done us both a favor Eighties baby, grew up on a pistol and a pager Got a free quarter ounce, I bet a hundred on the Lakers I should say against them, you know I'm riding with the Heat At the corner store with my box Chevy Box of rubbers, box of swisher sweets Still got a b**h that got a b**h that'll get your b**h to leave Switch up freaks like I swap my whips, that sh** ain't real as sh** to me [Hook][x2] [Verse 2 – Juicy J] I get to the money partner, you too broke to talk to me I been counting up all this week, on top of my sh** like a toilet seat I'm rich just like I oughta be, and being real don't cost a fee Tell your girl come ride with me Dick buffet, all she can eat Loud pack in a mason jar, drive slow in a race car This yellow b**h I'm in traffic with She fine as sh** and she paid for Nah this ho can't be my wife, just make sure you roll my weed up right Made my eyes so low, it looks like I'm gonna cook me fried rice I'm ballin, ballin, ballin, b**h In a car that costs like 40 bricks Bought a case of sprite and Imma pour codeine in all this sh** These n***as ain't trill, these n***as policing on the low Take a n***a's b**h, and leave the club But he can put an APP on that ho [Verse 3 – Kevin Gates] Screeching, no reason Saved by the bell, this b**h to the right Pretty face, tall, white, with a smile like Lisa Big booty diva Broke a brick down, need a band of zap And three hundred for the O's of reefer Twenty five bags of the OG kush and the grandaddy purp come weekly Xans and tabs in the air, no slab, but thank god for my people On the road doing show after show after show and I still eat good off features Clunking, gold, and tweaking if the streets ain't got no lean Say they bought like nine 50 for the seal I say I need it Took time, this crook's fine, had bad karma, I shook mine Jab good, slip excellent, uppercuts, my hook's fine Refrigeration, illustration, ice on, got n***as hating Foreign whip, foreign b**h, what that is, immigration Overcooked dope bags c**aine If it cook too long then they may complain Dope game both lanes, won't say no names Don't make propane, won't make no change From the ghetto [?] work that's why I'm ballin, I'm ballin If you've got a problem with it I ain't sorry, I ain't sorry [Hook][x2]