Ballin Lyrics - Bibi Bourelly

Yeah, yeah 

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah 

Oh Lord 

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah 

I got fired from Old Navy 

Landlord keeps on knocking 

Swear that nigga hates me 

Sleeping on this old couch 

But shit, I'm not complaining 

'Cause I'm still a pimp though 

Like there's moulah raining 

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And I ain't never ever been this rich ever 

I don't even make all that much dough 

Ask my mama for a dub and raised her blood pressure 

Now she got me working at the corner store 

But I'm ballin', ballin' 

I'm so fucking awesome 

Vroom vroom, yeah 

That's my Camry roaring 

Shit, think the engine light came on 

Now I gotta walk 15 miles to my apartment 

Ballin', ballin', ballin' 

I'm so mother, motherfucking awesome, yeah 

Ballin', ballin', ballin' 

Ballin', ballin', ballin' 

Oh Lord 

Yeah, yeah 

Oh Lord 

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Gormet 

Heart them ramen noodles 

Freak it with the hot sauce 

I do McDonalds too though 

And when I wanna go out 

Good Will gotta do though 

Sweet talking the bouncers 

18 bucks, I need 2 more 

And I ain't never ever been this rich ever 

I don't even make all that much dough 

Ask my mama for a dub and raised her blood pressure 

Now she got me working at the corner store 

But I'm ballin', ballin' 

I'm so fucking awesome 

Vroom vroom, yeah 

That's my Camry roaring 

Shit, think the engine light came on 

Now I gotta walk 15 miles to my apartment 

Ballin', ballin', ballin' 

I'm so mother, motherfucking awesome, yeah 

Ballin', ballin', ballin' 

Ballin', ballin', ballin' 

Oh Lord 

Jumped the gate, subway station 

All the seats are taken 

This kinda lifestyle teach you patience 

I spend my very last savings on some Takis 

I'm good at simbis crib 

I don't need no hotel lobbies 

I doubt I'd get along with paparazzi, yeah 

I just want a Slim Jim and a 40 

I just wanna roll up to the sundown without my moms throwing a fit 

I just wanna party in New York in all the abandon warehouses 

With the hipster kids and the bad bitches with hair on their armpits 

We wear designer clothes from thrifts 

My hair might not be laid and did 

Yeah, but I'm ballin', ballin' 

I'm so fucking awesome 

Vroom vroom, yeah 

That's my Camry roaring 

Shit, think the engine light came on 

Now I gotta walk 15 miles to my apartment 

Ballin', ballin', ballin' 

I'm so mother, motherfucking awesome, yeah 

Ballin', ballin', ballin' 

Ballin', ballin', ballin' 

Oh Lord