I'm Ballin' Man Lyrics - Singles - Drama

Raheem presents Drama, Tight 2 motherf**king 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? 

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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' 

F**k 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 f**ked 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 

F**k the law, and f**k 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 

F**k 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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