Big Ballin lyrics

Artist  : Paul Wall 
Song : Big Ballin



 Send "Big Ballin" Ringtone to your Cell 

 I'm ballin baby ["big ballin" - repeat
and stutter]

Gridiron on the beat

Big house, big car

Hoes everywhere, ice everywhere, money
everywhere

I'm ballin man, I ain't braggin

I'm just tellin you what it is like, I'm
ballin

Knahmtalkinbout? Whattup {?}

I see you on the beat mo' betta



[Paul Wall]

I'm comin down, candy paint, sprayed by that
Eddie

12 coats of that clear lookin like some grape
jelly

My paint's drippin wet, my slab is superb

Park the truck and catchin boppers down here in
this dirty third

I hold it down for the block bleeders workin
overtime

Not concerned at all with petty shit, I'm
occupied on the grind

I keep my mind on breakin bread, makin chess
moevs, thinkin ahead

I soaked up game at a early age, I'm built for
this, I'ma seasoned vet

Swangers symbolize respect, cain't just anybody
tip on Vogues

They'll catch you slippin in the turnin lane, and
leave ya ass naked walkin home

Candy on chrome is how I drive, with screens
fallin in the back of the ride

My music screwed and my drank is purple, go and
take a sip I'd be obliged

I'm comin straight from the land of the fry, the
city of syrup and the home of Screw

I'm on the block with my potnah Gooch, stashin
cash in my Reebok shoe

What that do I can't complain, the candy gloss
drippin off the frame

Ball in the mix I'm off the chain, it's goin down
H-Town



[Chorus 4X: Paul Wall]

I'm big ballin baby, yeahhh, and I'm spendin
cheese

I'm on my grind all day makin money with ease



[Paul Wall]

I'm grippin on that woodgrain, I'm sippin on that
good drank

I'm showin love to every side and every
neighborhood mayne

I got them neon lights glowin, representin my
block

I'm on that 59 South, ridin with my trunk
popped

From that Homestead to that Spice Lane, I'm on
Scott, in the turning lane

I'm headed straight to that Timmy Chan's, order
up and let's get some wangs

New Hawk on that chan-nel, I'm on that dolly
right

On the way to my gran-ty house, I'm navigated by
bubble lights

I'm teded{?} by that junior, I'm cut up by White
Mike

Busted up by that Mr. Davis, sluggin me is a
beautiful night

That chrome is quite atrocious, complimented by
candy gloss

I'm tiptoein on fo' swangers, eighty-fo's like
Randy Moss

Open mouth and show platinum grill, it's like a
disco ball

I got expensive tastes, courtesy of expensive
jaws

They see me comin grill and woman, truck
bumpin

Knockin pictures off the wall is nuttin cause I'm
a baller



[Chorus]



[Paul Wall]

When the speakers start bumpin and that fifth
relax

I make the trunk dance around like it's doin
jumpin jacks

I'm ridin on them Spyders, them eighty-fo's
tiptoein

And that trunk is exaulted with them neon lights
glowin

The candy paint's immaculate, drippin wet up off
the fender

Beat the block up like a boxer, chop the street
up like a blender

I got the flat screens fallin down from the
ceiling

And the platinum mouthpiece with diamonds in the
filling

I'm big ballin, grippin grain, breakin bread, I'm
stackin change

Gettin money I'm havin thangs with two commas, I
can't complain

Drippin candy paint, off the frame, switchin
lanes

In the turning lane leavin stains, cause I'm a
baller



[Chorus]