I`m Ballin` Man lyrics

Artist  : Drama 
Song : I`m Ballin` Man



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 Raheem presents Drama, Tight 2 motherfucking
Def

       Get at they ass, boy!

      
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       Ice on my wrist, I'm ballin'
man

       Hoes on my dick, I'm ballin'
man

       Cases of Crystile, I'm ballin'
man

       Shoes of crocodile, I'm ballin'
man

       House on the lake, I'm ballin'
man

       Tight 2 Def straight pushing
weight, I'm ballin' man

       Dubs on the
Lex', I'm ballin man

       Cashing eight
figure checks, I'm ballin man

       

   
   Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo Drama, How you doing it?

   
   

       Me and my niggas, we riding dirty
from Charleston to Texas

       Bowling Ball
paint job, with D's on the Lex

       Beamers
and Cadillacs, Optimos and fat sacks

       We
trained for combat, you wrong, then we attack


      We ride like Desperado on the spokes
goldened out

       Keep cheese in the
pockets

       And keep our distance from cop
blockers

       AK on the front seat for any
drama I may meet

       My pager off killing
hoes, providing them B's and Vouges

      
Clientelle getting bigger, while calculating
money figures

       More realer than
Rockafeller more cheese than Donald Trump

   
   Niggas they hear me, they wanna kill me like
JFK

       Why, cause I ride tight, on ? out
of sight

       It might be the hoes, or
could it be that I ride on Vogues

       My
trunk is filled with speakers, I know damn well
you hear me

       Got a torch, you see
me

       Hundred spokes that beaming

   
   Niggas plotting they haters, and busters they
wanna be me

       

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       In the club I'm balling bitch, now
show me love

       Bossalinie, Versace
shoes, with some Gator boots

       Dom
Perion, it's on now through the early morn'

 
     Fuck a hobby man, cause balling be my
occupation

       Playa hating ass nigga,
can't take the temptation

       Wanna rush
me, then bust me, then leave me fucked in the
game

       All because I drained his bitch,
now partners use his name

       See the
spokes, and how the gleaming make 'em wanna
scheme

       85 Chevy Caprice off on some
Dayne-Daynes

       Paint job, be clocking
mills, with some blowed brains

       20 and
bubble, gone buy the Reeboks, now them some
shoes

       With the 9 up on the seat, thats
where its supposed to be

       For them
bustas and them haters that wanna touch a G

 
     Put it down and moved on up too like me
George Jefferson

       Fuck the law, and
fuck the pen, because I'm ballin man

      
Loved the living, I'm dedicated all to the
game

       I'm ballin' man

       

 
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       When I'm heated
in the club, around 12 o' clock

       All
eyes on a playa, cause I'll blow up the spot


      You can hate, we blowing clouts in the
V.I.P

       Ballers sport rims, like they
stars of films

       My moneys too unfadable
for them too-tight crews

       And tear da
roof off this bitch with this Tight 2 Def
shit

       Nigga knocking, hoe jocking,
cause this shit don't quit

       In the club
V.I.P til' the early morning

       Cases of
Crystile, even Dom Perion

       A McGuyver
Road nigga, so you know I don't play

      
But if it come down to it, I got my K

      
Fuck the flexing, cause we ballin', shot callin'
and stacking

       And if it come down to
the gunplay,

       Tight 2 Def ain't
lacking

       Your money ain't long enough
for me, so hoe don't talk

       Cause down
here in Atlanta nigga, we walk the walk

     
 I say it loud and clear

       I'm ballin'
man

       

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