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Teyana Taylor

"Ballin’"

[Intro: Fat Joe]
That Hublot, that king size Hublot

[Hook: Teyana Taylor]
Ballin’, dribble dribble shoot, swish
Ballin’, do it like this, b*tch
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*tch is dumb as sh*t
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
f*ck you n*ggas 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 Damier 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*ggas get it twisted cause my tour selled
What the f*ck you think a n*gga was before rap?
And my crib is new and I talk sh*t 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*gga I just Akeem
Worry about the bell, my n*ggas they got to free em
Champagne dreams and broke pockets
This why we call em n*ggas false prophets
Ballin’, b*tch I'm f*ckin 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*ggas jump ship, Pirates of the Carribean
Tell Wiz roll and smoke foggin’ my glasses
n*ggas 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’

[Hook]

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