Back 2 Ballin'

You niggas serving up a bad batch, too much bakin' on it Bakin' on it, bakin' on it As-salamu alaykum, homie Got it, whip it, lost it, flip it Now a nigga back to ballin' Back to ballin’, back to ballin’ I ain't even playing, homie Got it , lost it, got it, spent it Got it, now I'm back to ballin' Ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ Nigga, I got it, lost it, got it, spent it Got it, now I'm back to ballin' Ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ Nigga, I seen her, booked her, took her to my hotel, No that's not my problem, problem, problem, problem 'Cause I get right to the chicken, Ain't trippin' off the bitches Don't worry if I never call her Call her, call her, call her (French) Motherfucker, back to ballin' You know my whips is foreign Man, you niggas play the bench and you know my niggas startin' Motherfucka, back to ballin' I'm talking black Ferrari Straight cash made a hundred forty stacks this mornin' I'm talking ten chains, casino life Red bottoms, mosquito bites Bad batch, get your head cracked, Cee-lo dice Motherfucka, back to ballin' Start to finish, you start, I finish Bottle after bottle like fuck my kidneys You niggas serving up a bad batch, too much bakin' on it Bakin' on it, bakin' on it As-salamu alaykum, homie Got it, whip it, lost it, flip it Now a nigga back to ballin' Back to ballin’, back to ballin’ I ain't even playing, homie Got it , lost it, got it, spent it Got it, now I'm back to ballin' Ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ Nigga, I got it, lost it, got it, spent it Got it, now I'm back to ballin' Ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ Every time we roll up, doors go up, and them panties fallin’ Fallin’ fallin’ fallin’ fallin’ fallin’ fallin’ fallin’ Talk, all my niggas tore up from the floor up And all those whips is foreign Whips is foreign, whips is foreign, them whips is foreign Nigga back to ballin' Lil bit like Patrick Johnson Never sold much dope, but I know Some nights I heard that trap was callin' Nigga, back to ballin' KD, Rondo, and Lebronin' Found life is about chasing dreams Don't worry how I got these commas Comas, commas, I'm a, rider Lot of, ganja, e-z rider But I paid five stacks for the garment Leave the cherry up and a high set Hugo boss be the outfit And the pants are never coming off shit You niggas serving up a bad batch, too much bakin' on it Bakin' on it, bakin' on it As-salamu alaykum, homie Got it, whip it, lost it, flip it Now a nigga back to ballin' Back to ballin’, back to ballin’ I ain't even playing, homie Got it , lost it, got it, spent it Got it, now I'm back to ballin' Ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ Nigga, I got it, lost it, got it, spent it Got it, now I'm back to ballin' Ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’ ballin’