Teyana Taylor - Ballin' lyrics

[Intro: Fat Joe] That Hublot, that king size Hublot [Hook: Teyana Taylor] Ballin', dribble dribble shoot, swish Ballin', do it like this, b**h Ballin', steppin out of Saks, Fifth Ballin', everyday is Christ-mas Ballin', cash rules everything around me Ballin', cash rules everything around me Ballin', cash rules everything around me Ballin', if you ain't gettin money get from round me (Ballin') [Verse 1: Fat Joe] Yeah, uh, it's Crack... yeah, uh No matter the weather, can't imagine it better Got me lookin' for Claire in the Bill Cosby sweater Hundred bottles is better and they come in those cases I'm talkin' peoples and places, we make it light up like Vegas Ugh, I swear this b**h is dumb as sh** But her a** is even dumber Now thats dumber and dumber; how to take off a summer Took a flight out to Russia, we even flew out her mother huh f** you n***as talkin' bout? At the Rucker I was about to bring Jordan out They want to get Coke wet cause of my fan base I used to get coke wet, I had to fan base [Hook] [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] Uhh, T.S. whattup (Hahahaha... you know I'm young and rich) O Versace shades and some OG J's Keep some OG blaze cause that's what got me paid Rockin all this Wang, they look at me strange Lots of DiamondAir when I'm on the plane Ridin' through the city me and Joe Crack A pound of what I'm puffin' cost you four stacks n***as get it twisted cause my tour selled What the f** you think a n***a was before rap? And my crib is new and I talk sh** in my interviews And my wife called my interludes, I don't break laws I just bend the rules Got racks might spend a few Couldn't walk a day in my shoes, got my own day you seen it in the news Presidential smoke presidential Rolee' Porsche 911, picture me rollin' Poppin' champagne OG kush-a-holic' Put that in your phone, whether you call it [Hook] [Verse 3: Fat Joe] Yeah, uh... Hahahaha, coke up in her bra Nerve of you all a crip is a Colliseum Olajuwon n***a I just Akeem Worry about the bell, my n***as they got to free em Champagne dreams and broke pockets This why we call em n***as false prophets Ballin', b**h I'm f**in ballin' You can call me Spalding or maybe even Rawlings Met her at the Esseses over there in New Orleans She said she kinda shy but her body keep callin' Yeah they keep callin', I ain't even into them n***as jump ship, Pirates of the Carribean Tell Wiz roll and smoke foggin' my gla**es n***as is my sons, I should claim em on my taxes Look how big her a** is, I think she got the Nicki plan (Ballin') but I ain't pa**in or dribblin' [Hook]