Ballin

Lyricist: Jordan Houston / Kanye West / Michael Foster / Eddie Holman / Gamal Lewis / Bryan Lamar Simmons     Composer: Jordan Houston / Kanye West / Michael Foster / Eddie Holman / Gamal Lewis / Bryan Lamar Simmons

Okay, it's RattPack 'til my pulse flat
We keep it real, no false rap
I got four cards and they all black
Got four broads and they all that
We call that ballin', doin' this is my callin'
Flow is so appallin', my phone off and she callin'
I'm like, yeah, what it do?
Penthouse, man, what a view
Fall back, 'cause I'm coming through
With my whole team, they coming too
That's real, too real, motherfucker, tell me how you feel
I'm too good for my own good
I won't leak the album, I'll let it spill
Number one, bitch, I bet it will, do the numbers, I said it will
I played the game and I'm still the same
And I'll never change, just to get a deal
Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin'
I came from nothin' to something like it's nothing
Yeah, you know I done it, nah, there's no discussion
Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin', I made a promise to my mama
I'ma turn these zeros into tens and commas
Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin', closin' million dollar deals
Catch me swervin', burning hundred dollar bills, how it feel
When you ballin', ballin', goin' places they'll never go
It ain't all about the money, but I stack it 'cause you never know
I'ma live life 'til I overdose
While they sleepin' on me, that's comatose
I went mainstream with my main team
You just mad as fuck, you ain't come close
And ya' next girl is my ex-girl
She fine as hell, but she a mess girl
All I do is rhyme, I got no time
So I can't reply to your text, girl
Bitch I'm back again and I'll run it
Always gotta keep it one hundred
All of y'all know y'all want it, turn it up and get blunted
I'm like, fuck the money, fuck the fame
I came here to fuck up the game, gon' get it
I'm feelin' myself
Fresh to death, bitch, I'm killin' myself, I'm gone
We burnin' it up, step in the building, we turnin' it up
Talkin' that shit, but they'll never admit
When I step to the mic I be murderin' it
And we livin' real good, mainstream, but it's still good
I got raw shit, I got real shit
But right now it's time for that feel good
We call that ballin', doin' this is my callin'
Flow is so appallin', my phone off and she callin'
I'm like, yeah, what it do?
Penthouse, man, what a view
Fall back, 'cause I'm coming through
With my whole team, they coming too
That's ballin', ballin'
I came from nothin' to something like it's nothing
Yeah, you know I done it, nah, there's no discussion
Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin', I made a promise to my mama
I'ma turn these zeros into tens and commas
Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin', closin' million dollar deals
Catch me swervin', burning hundred dollar bills, how it feel
When you ballin', ballin', goin' places they'll never go
It ain't all about the money, but I stack it 'cause you never know