Ballin’ lyrics

[Produced by D Gainz]

[Verse 1]
Change on my Giuseppes, a spicy chica
Madre is a jeffe, heavy
I be smoking Ralph, Lauren
[?] the sh*t can’t go without
Your b*tch my bad [?]
Her head the bomb, gettin that boom like an 808 ,boom like an 808
She f*ck with me because I got it
So that mean I might have to pay to play, I might pay to play

[Hook]
I’m ballin’
Your b*tch, your b*tch she keep callin’
Your b*tch keep callin’ me, man I’m ballin’
Your b*tch, your b*tch she keep callin’
Suck me [?]

[Verse 2]
I’m ballin’
America, my [?] foreign
We driving fast, you [?]
My b*tches like b*tches, all them
I got a bunch of eaters [?]
I tell my b*tch to make a call
Call all them girls, we’ll f*ck em all
I got money, now y’all do y’all
In the morning we’ll hit the mall
[Hook][x2]
I’m ballin’
Your b*tch, your b*tch she keep callin’
Your b*tch keep callin’ me, man I’m ballin’
Your b*tch, your b*tch she keep callin’
Suck me [?]