Ballin

[Chorus x2]
Bitch I’m balling
Got me feeling like the motherfuckin Knicks
Keep ‘em watching while I keep a fuckin
Carti on my wrist
Bitch I’m balling gotta keep
A couple thousand in my whip
When I’m walking in the spot
Your bitch falling on my dick

[Verse]
Ok
Went and cooped me a gold chain
Shining every hour
Like it’s mine no Coltrane
In the fast lane
You think my lambo got no brakes
They be getting jealous
When I pull up to my own place
Gold rings all over my fist
So cold mane
Trapped under ice like Metallica
Your bank account
Looks like mine with a radical
Carry so much cash
It’s fuckin impractical
All you rappers clowns
I’m bout to take you out like Batman
Mistook your wrist for David Dunn
Cause that shit looking like glass damn
My wallet so fat
My fuckin pocket got a heart attack
Withdrew all my money from the bank
And made the market crash

[Chorus x2]
Bitch I’m balling
Got me feeling like the motherfuckin Knicks
Keep ‘em watching while I keep a fuckin
Carti on my wrist
Bitch I’m balling gotta keep
A couple thousand in my whip
When I’m walking in the spot
Your bitch falling on my dick

[Verse 2]
Keep my name in your mouth
It’s good publicity
Walk up in your house
I’m on your couch and I’m just sipping tea
Bitch I just hopped out a brand new car
It’s time to get the green
I’m the one they talk about
And still they bitches into me
Keep my fuckin windows tint
Riding on the magic tour bus
I kicked out Miss Frizz
Flashy red and blue
Polygons on my wrist bitch
So bright it filled the hospital
With Japanese kids
Dropping the top of my whip
Make your bitch wanna blow me
I’m feeling like
John F Kennedy
Copping a watch with the glint
On my wrist got a show piece
Bitch I am the one
They pretend to be

[Chorus x2]
Bitch I’m balling
Got me feeling like the motherfuckin Knicks
Keep ‘em watching while I keep a fuckin
Carti on my wrist
Bitch I’m balling gotta keep
A couple thousand in my whip
When I’m walking in the spot
Your bitch falling on my dick