Ballin' Lyrics - G-unit

Until God calls for me 

I'mma keep ballin', keep on ballin' 

To my niggas and my bitches looking down on me 

I know y'all see me when I'm ballin' 

You know I got to keep ballin' 

Till the FEDs come we ballin' out 

Y'all niggas y'all know what this about when I'm ballin' 

That stash house, we in and out 

We ballin', ballin', ballin', we shot callin' 

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Versace down from my head to my neck 

Pootie Tang with the belt game, show some respect 

All these bitches on my dick, same, old shit 

R.I.P. to Pimp C, I'm the same, old pimp 

Fly over seven different time zones 

I got a big booty bitch up in Trump zone 

Got emergency blunts when I come home 

Cause that rapper weed'll have your lungs gone 

Yeah, Malibu beaches, unlaced bikini bottoms 

Mo' money, mo' problems, fo' fo' will solve 'em 

Just every day I'm with a stank sip, 30 in the clip 

Riding through that Gaza Strip, kill a nigga quick 

Hit a nigga with my race car, Tony Yayo turn to Tony Stewart 

Rap niggas die over music 

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Just got this brand, new chopper and I'm dying to use it 

Dry snitching niggas testifying in their music 

I seen niggas last five minutes then they lose it 

Wrap the sheet around his neck, he said, "this time I couldn't do it" 

A platinum nigga in the penitentiary goin' through it 

Put powder on the prison yard, started getting to it 

Two zero's, six, six, nine, 'o seven five 

That's the number that they gave me when I arrived 

It's just another form of slavery that's in disguise 

To all my niggas locked up just trying to survive, I know why 

Until God calls for me 

I'mma keep ballin', keep on ballin' 

To my niggas and my bitches looking down on me 

I know y'all see me when I'm ballin' 

You know I got to keep ballin' 

Till the FEDs come we ballin' out 

Y'all niggas y'all know what this about when I'm ballin' 

That stash house, we in and out 

We ballin', ballin', ballin', we shot callin' 

I'm yelling money over bitches, money over everything 

Money got me everything, every watch, every chain 

Every brick, every whip, kicks with designer names 

I used to hustle taxes, whose child I can claim 

Paid all my mama's bills so how can she complain? 

Call my bitches dimes, I treat 'em like loose change 

Kobe Bryant in the clutch, ballin' with my ankle sprained 

No love, got it out the mud, my shirt ain't got a stain 

Iced out Rollie, three fingers reppin' Rida Gang 

Tire streaks in the streets so them hoes know I came 

Ballin' on these hoes all the time 

You got your kids, don't need mine 

Word to my favorite design, my mama raised me to shine 

These C-notes play in my mind, they on rewind 

I am top five alive, I've been picked out by God 

I'm never not on my job, too hard to argue that 

Shining my records like, "where's my target at?" 

Came through your stereo, feel me charging back 

I'm gon' need 15 bombs for that 

Stage in the garden, hear when they all go black 

Cracks in the armor, this reach further than rap 

Before we start react, mob attack 

Stacks or don't call me, rain down 'til nobody standing 

Won't show no snipe for your army 

Until God calls for me 

I'mma keep ballin', keep on ballin' 

To my niggas and my bitches looking down on me 

I know y'all see me when I'm ballin' 

You know I got to keep ballin' 

Till the FEDs come we ballin' out 

Y'all niggas y'all know what this about when I'm ballin' 

That stash house, we in and out 

We ballin', ballin', ballin' 

You know I got to keep ballin' 

Till the FEDs come we ballin' out 

Y'all niggas y'all know what this about when I'm ballin' 

That stash house, we in and out 

We ballin', ballin', ballin' we shot callin'