You niggas serving up a bad batch, too much bakin' on it Bakin' on it, bakin' on it, bakin' on it... As-salamu alaykum, homie Got it, whip it, lost it, flip it Now a nigga back to ballinBack to ballin', back to ballin', back to ballinI ain't even playing, homie Got it, lost it, got it, spent it Got it, now I'm back to ballinBallin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballinNigga, I got it, lost it, got it, spent it Got it, now I'm back to ballinBallin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin Nigga, I seen her, booked her, took her to my hotel, no that's not my problem, Problem, problem, problem Cause I get right to the chicken, Ain't trick with other bitches Don't worry if I never call her Call her, call her, call her (french) Motherfucker, back to ballinYou know my whips is foreign Man, you niggas play the bench and you know my niggas startinMotherfucka, back to ballinI'm talking black Ferrari Straight cash made a hundred forty stacks this morninI'm talking ten chains, casino life Red bottoms, mosquito bites Bad batch, get your head cracked, Cee-lo dykes Motherfucka, back to ballinStart to finish, you start, I finish Bottle after bottle like fuck my kidneys Every time we roll up, doors go up, and them panties fallinFallin' fallin' fallin' fallin' fallin' fallin' fallinTalk, all my niggas tore up from the floor up And all those whips is foreign Whips is foreign, whips is foreign, them whips is foreign Nigga back to ballinLil bit like Patrick Johnson Never sold much dope, but I know Some nights I heard that trap was callinNigga, back to ballinKD, Rondo, and LebroninFound life is about chasing dreams Don't worry how I got these commas Comas, commas, I'm a, rider Lot of, ganja, e-z wider But I paid five stacks for a garment Leave the cherry up and a high set Hugo boss be the outfit And the pants are never coming off shit Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com