歌曲 | Ballin |
歌手 | Fat Joe |
歌手 | Wiz Khalifa |
歌手 | Teyana Taylor |
专辑 | German TOP20 BC |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[Intro: Fat Joe] | |
That Hublot, that king size Hublot | |
[Hook: Teyana Taylor] | |
Ballin’, dribble dribble shoot, swish | |
Ballin’, do it like this, bitch | |
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 bitch is dumb as shit | |
But her ass 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 | |
Fuck you niggas 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 | |
Niggas get it twisted cause my tour selled | |
What the fuck you think a nigga was before rap? | |
And my crib is new and I talk shit 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 nigga I just Akeem | |
Worry about the bell, my niggas they got to free em | |
Champagne dreams and broke pockets | |
This why we call em niggas false prophets | |
Ballin’, bitch I'm fuckin 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 | |
Niggas jump ship, Pirates of the Carribean | |
Tell Wiz roll and smoke foggin’ my glasses | |
Niggas is my sons, I should claim em on my taxes | |
Look how big her ass is, I think she got the Nicki plan | |
(Ballin’) but I ain't passin or dribblin’ |
Intro: Fat Joe | |
That Hublot, that king size Hublot | |
Hook: Teyana Taylor | |
Ballin', dribble dribble shoot, swish | |
Ballin', do it like this, bitch | |
Ballin', steppin out of Saks, Fifth | |
Ballin', everyday is Christmas | |
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 bitch is dumb as shit | |
But her ass 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 | |
Fuck you niggas 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 | |
Niggas get it twisted cause my tour selled | |
What the fuck you think a nigga was before rap? | |
And my crib is new and I talk shit 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 kushaholic' | |
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 nigga I just Akeem | |
Worry about the bell, my niggas they got to free em | |
Champagne dreams and broke pockets | |
This why we call em niggas false prophets | |
Ballin', bitch I' m fuckin 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 | |
Niggas jump ship, Pirates of the Carribean | |
Tell Wiz roll and smoke foggin' my glasses | |
Niggas is my sons, I should claim em on my taxes | |
Look how big her ass is, I think she got the Nicki plan | |
Ballin' but I ain' t passin or dribblin' |
Intro: Fat Joe | |
That Hublot, that king size Hublot | |
Hook: Teyana Taylor | |
Ballin', dribble dribble shoot, swish | |
Ballin', do it like this, bitch | |
Ballin', steppin out of Saks, Fifth | |
Ballin', everyday is Christmas | |
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 bitch is dumb as shit | |
But her ass 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 | |
Fuck you niggas 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 | |
Niggas get it twisted cause my tour selled | |
What the fuck you think a nigga was before rap? | |
And my crib is new and I talk shit 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 kushaholic' | |
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 nigga I just Akeem | |
Worry about the bell, my niggas they got to free em | |
Champagne dreams and broke pockets | |
This why we call em niggas false prophets | |
Ballin', bitch I' m fuckin 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 | |
Niggas jump ship, Pirates of the Carribean | |
Tell Wiz roll and smoke foggin' my glasses | |
Niggas is my sons, I should claim em on my taxes | |
Look how big her ass is, I think she got the Nicki plan | |
Ballin' but I ain' t passin or dribblin' |