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Ballin On A Bitch (feat. Gucci Mane)

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I remember when my teacher

Said that I won't be shit

Now I'm rich, I can't wait 'til

I see that stupid b**h

Got these diamonds dancing

On my wrist and neck, I'm really lit

Found out that my n**a ain't my n**a

Man, that boy a snitch

That shit lame as hell, n**a

I should get you hit

Yeah, I used to trick the slickest

Niggas with that counterfeit

Ho, breakdown king, n**a, sack it up and mix

And I shoot you like the Knicks, yeah

I'm ballin' on a b**h

Yeah, I bet my teacher feel stupid

I'm richer than a b**h, ho

Diamonds dancin' on my neck and wrist

Don't forget fist

Uh, might as well just come on

Add on, join on to my list

All the model bitches love me

Say they love this d**k

Remember when I come to class

You used to call me off

Yeah, that's why I went and

Put these diamonds in my mouth

Ho, don't forget I heard about you

I heard that you be snout

And I f**d that teacher

The one you crazy 'bout

Yeah, b**h, it's the mayor

You said that I wouldn't be nothin'

Got them millions, b**h

And yeah, I got a hundred guns

Ho, 'member when I told you

That I was the chosen one

Now you lookin' stupid

Yeah, your dumbass lookin' dumb

Yeah, they kicked me out of school

I went straight to the block

You used to ride by after school

You seen me with that Glock

You told me I'ma go to jail or either I'ma die

But now I got this money

I can put you in the sky

I remember when my teacher said that I won't be shit

Now I'm rich, I can't wait 'til

I see that stupid b**h

Got these diamonds dancing

On my wrist and neck, I'm really lit

Found out that my n**a ain't my n**a

Man, that boy a snitch

That shit lame as hell, n**a, I should get you hit

Yeah, I used to trick the slickest niggas

With that counterfeit

Ho, breakdown king, n**a, sack it up and mix

And I shoot you like the Knicks

Yeah, I'm ballin' on a b**h, ho

I don't play with pepper spray

And I'm not tryna mace you down

This lemon squeeze and cheetah spray'll

Chase you down like cheetah prey

Judge, he gave me three today

My head up like I beat the case

Body counts, I'll lead the race

Don't care none' what no preacher say

I didn't have no free lunch card

So I didn't get to eat today

Valley boys, we made you run

We made you use your feet today

Looking at me crazy

I'm knocking out your teeth today

Member they was scared of me

Nobody would serve me

Knowing it's a drought

And damn, I need a half a birdie

Rumblin' in my school clothes

And damn near got 'em dirty

I put that boy in urgent care

He went in on a gurney

I don't even tell the whole truth

To my attorney

I remember when my teacher

Said that I won't be shit

Now I'm rich, I can't wait 'til

I see that stupid b**h

Got these diamonds dancing on

My wrist and neck, I'm really lit

Found out that my n**a ain't my n**a

Man, that boy a snitch

That shit lame as hell, n**a, I should get you hit

Yeah, I used to trick the slickest

Niggas with that counterfeit

Ho, breakdown king, n**a, sack it up and mix

And I shoot you like the Knicks

Yeah, I'm ballin' on a b**h

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