Hold up, what's up bro
Squad
Ball out baby I've been balling, since the sixth grade
Earrings was so big you couldn't even see my damn face
Did you get the mix tape? ballin' no NBA
I be ballin' out with that barber with that damn K
In the kitchen cooking cakes, but it's not my birthday
I never seen your bitch but, I bet I can fuck her on the first day
Damn near passed out when I pulled up on twenty-eight
Gold everything but I don't look shit like Trinidad James
Ballin' like Lebron James, smokin' on that two chains but I have on one chain
I don't have on two chainz, I will get another chain when I hit another stain
Oh block three hundred bitch GBE the gang
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Chief Sosa baby I been ballin' hard no discounts
3 cars 6 houses you can't tell me shit now
And I got it made so I ain't takin' shit out
Ain't trying a fuck get out this a suck a dick house
Money house, Bitch house, A pound house, Brick house
I even got a AK sittin' at my bitch house
Don't make me switch out pull up get out
Start throwing cash everywhere and fucking every bitch now
Look at my wrist blah, chain blah, ears blah, my car blah
My earrings so damn big that I can't hear now
Boy let's get serious now you know you ain't gettin' count
20 in my left pocket Hermes wore that shit out
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