Str8 Ballin Lyrics - Schoolboy Q

Figured that I gotta sell dope, or the money won't grow 

Figured I was Too Short, and I could never turn pro 

You could tell I never had shit, but bet I get that 80 grand wrist 

Told me we could never get rich 

Now watch me ride the chevy hit the switch 

Straight ballin' like a bitch 

Aye, riding through the city on chrome 

Ghetto nigga out the sunroof, hey, four keys nigga please 

Straight ballin' like a bitch 

Flossin' in the mind, stuntin' like the first, shufflin' the work 

Uh, I done came from the dirt 

Now the engine make the tire go skrrt 

Used to sleep with roaches cracky uncle and all 

Now a hundred thousand just a hour involved 

So easy how I make a mill' flip 

Snoop ain't the only rich crip nigga 

From sleepin' on Tops couch to multiple bank accounts 

To havin' me a mall for house 

They tried to slim my chances as kid though 

They always said I'd never make it big though 

Straight ballin' like a bitch 

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Picture me rollin' 

Straight outta the ghetto to a deal thats a apartment in the sky 

I used to smoke bush, now all this kush got me so high 

Yeah, so high 

I used to smoke bush, now all this kush got me so high 

Straight ballin' like a bitch 

Straight ballin' like a bitch 

So high 

Straight ballin' like a bitch 

Straight ballin' like a bitch 

Straight ballin' like a bitch 

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Aye, wait, waitin' on my turn to get paid 

Nigga trying to make a mill a day 

Put that rental on in the interstate 

Since a youngin' I was gifted 

Momma gave me some things for the bitches 

Bruh I go through some things you gotta witness 

Stomach get to mumblin' at night 

Watchin' every car that drive by, lookin' every driver in the eye 

52nd enterprise, marchin' in these chucks like they boots 

Money make a pussy get the juice 

Money make the copper give a pass 

Money make me cop a bigger roof 

Money got me skippin' every class 

Tryna kill em for the summer 

The teachers ain't teachin' the judge taught us numbers 

We was raised by single mothers 

Pop once took us undercover 

So in the streets we learned colors 

Hiding from the reaper tryna' dodge the cage 

This shit I've done to rhyme on this stage 

I went from king of the the corner 

To breaking down weed on my diploma 

Straight ballin' like a bitch 

Picture me rollin' 

Straight outta the ghetto to a deal thats a apartment in the sky 

Straight ballin' like a bitch 

Picture me rollin' 

I used to smoke bush, now all this kush got me so high 

Yeah, so high 

I used to smoke bush, now all this kush got me so high 

Straight ballin' like a bitch 

Straight ballin' like a bitch 

So high, So high, Yeah 

Straight ballin' like a bitch 

Straight ballin' like a bitch 

Straight ballin' like a bitch