Bibi Bourelly – Ballin lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah Oh yeah, yeah, yeah Oh Lord Oh yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1] I got fired from Old Navy Landlord keeps on knocking Swear that nigga hates me Sleeping on this old couch But shit, I'm not complaining 'Cause I'm still a pimp though Like there's moulah raining [Pre-Chorus] And I ain't never ever been this rich ever I don't even make all that much dough Ask my mama for a dub and raised her blood pressure Now she got me working at the corner store [Chorus] But I'm ballin', ballin' I'm so fucking awesome Vroom vroom, yeah That's my Camry roaring Shit, think the engine light came on Now I gotta walk 15 miles to my apartment Ballin', ballin', ballin' I'm so mother, motherfucking awesome, yeah Ballin', ballin', ballin' Ballin', ballin', ballin' [Post-Chorus] Oh Lord Yeah, yeah Oh Lord [Verse 2] Gourmet Heart them ramen noodles Freak it with the hot sauce I do McDonalds too though And when I wanna go out Good Will gotta do though Sweet talking the bouncers 18 bucks, I need 2 more [Pre-Chorus] And I ain't never ever been this rich ever I don't even make all that much dough Ask my mama for a dub and raised her blood pressure Now she got me working at the corner store [Chorus] But I'm ballin', ballin' I'm so fucking awesome Vroom vroom, yeah That's my Camry roaring Shit, think the engine light came on Now I gotta walk 15 miles to my apartment Ballin', ballin', ballin' I'm so mother, motherfucking awesome, yeah Ballin', ballin', ballin' Ballin', ballin', ballin' [Post-Chorus] Oh Lord [Verse 3] Jumped the gate, subway station All the seats are taken This kinda lifestyle teach you patience I spend my very last savings on some Takis I'm good at simbis crib I don't need no fancy hotel lobbies I doubt I'd get along with paparazzi, yeah I just want a Slim Jim and a 40 I just wanna roll up to the sundown without my moms throwing a fit I just wanna party in New York in all the abandon warehouses With the all hipster kids and the bad bitches with hair on their armpits We wear designer clothes from thrifts My hair might not be laid and did [Chrous] Yeah, but I'm ballin', ballin' I'm so fucking awesome Vroom vroom, yeah That's my Camry roaring Shit, think the engine light came on Now I gotta walk 15 miles to my apartment Ballin', ballin', ballin' I'm so mother, motherfucking awesome, yeah Ballin', ballin', ballin' Ballin', ballin', ballin' [Post-Chorus] Oh Lord Explain Request ×

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