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Tyga

"Ballin’"

[Intro]
K-Mac

[Chorus: Kevin McCall]
Ballin' like a b*tch (b*tch)
You can't tell me nothin' 'cause I'm ballin' like a b*tch (Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh)
Filthy ass rich (Rich)
Swimmin' in this money 'cause I'm ballin' like, b-ballin' like a (Ballin' like a)
Ballin' like a b*tch (b*tch)
B-B-B-Ballin' like a b*tch (Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh)
Filthy ass rich (Rich)
Swimmin' in this money 'cause I'm ballin' like, b-ballin' like a (Ballin' like a)

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Look, BBC hat clean, diamond snap hook (Hook)
Take a picture with it like it's my last look (Look)
G-Gold MacBook, cost a hunnid Gs (Gs)
I don't f*ck with rats (Rats), I throw away the cheese (Cheese)
I'm ballin', baby, you see this n*gga shine (Shine)
I'm runnin' sh*t, ha, finish line
K-Mac cook that beat, I eat it like it's dinner time
Awards show gimme mine, loud and clear, intercom
Listen up (Up), I show you how to stunt (Stunt)
Pocket full of money, you should see what's in the trunk (Trunk)
That bass got that bump (Bump), that sh*t that make you jump (Jump)
Ballin' like a b*tch, throw it up, slam dunk (Dunk)
V-neck like a guido, rollin' dice in the casino ('sino)
Three bad chicks rollin' trips, Cee-Lo
What's done is done, ain't no comin' back
I'm ballin' like a b*tch, roger that
It's Breezy, baby

[Chorus: Kevin McCall, Chris Brown & Both]
Ballin' like a b*tch (b*tch)
You can't tell me nothin' 'cause I'm ballin' like a b*tch
(Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh)
Filthy ass rich (Rich)
Swimmin' in this money 'cause I'm ballin' like, b-ballin' like a
(Ballin' like a)
I'm ballin' like a b*tch (Bow, ballin')
Ballin' like a b*tch (Bow, ballin')
B-B-Ballin' like a b*tch (Bow, bow)
Watch me do my sh*t
'Cause I'm ballin' like a b*tch (Bow, ballin')
Ballin' like a b*tch (Bow, ballin')
Ballin' like a b*tch (Bow, bow)
Watch me take your chick


[Verse 2: Tyga]
Uh, snapback n*gga back up in this b*tch (b*tch)
Throw 'em by the 100's, watchin' strippers do the splits (Splits)
Gon' hit that flex, I ain't trippin' on the b*tches
Prolly one out of a 10 in California I ain't hit
b*tch, I'm raw, smell that sh*t
Hold our jaw up in your lips
Get a silly straw, have a sip, haha
Motherf*ckin' Tyga, she ain't met me, then she lyin'
I pull that rocker out, n*gga, David and Goliath
Melt your f*ckin' face, boy, like that n*gga on the Wire
Them n*ggas washed up, need a dryer, dry 'em
Free my brother Weezy, now we back up on your TV
I'm rollin' at 250, speedin' me, my n*gga Breezy
Right behind me, R-R-Range Rove', T-Rell, mean ho
Bunch a bad b*tches, too tired, tell 'em b*tches what to do (Do)
It's Young Money 'til the death bed
If anythin', we the best and it's probably this

[Chorus: Kevin McCall, Chris Brown & Both]
B-B-Ballin' like a b*tch (b*tch)
You can't tell me nothin' 'cause I'm ballin' like a b*tch
(Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh)
Filthy ass rich (Rich)
Swimmin' in this money 'cause I'm ballin' like, b-ballin' like a
(Ballin' like a)
I'm ballin' like a b*tch (Bow, ballin')
Ballin' like a b*tch (Bow, ballin')
B-B-Ballin' like a b*tch (Bow, bow)
Watch me do my sh*t
'Cause I'm ballin' like a b*tch (Bow, ballin')
Ballin' like a b*tch (Bow, ballin')
Ballin' like a b*tch (Bow, bow)
Watch me take your chick

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