| Song | Just Ballin |
| Artist | Do or Die |
| Album | Headz Or Tailz |
| 作词 : Round, Round, Smith, Williams | |
| Playas been asking, what y'all been doing lately? | |
| Chorus (2x)： | |
| Ask what we're doing, just ballin | |
| Trying to keep my bills straight stacking never fallin | |
| Caddy or a lex, trying to hit the next plateau | |
| Flex with the roll droppin drooly go-go's | |
| I was smoking b's since i was a po po | |
| Got the pimp to my soul, so i'll pimp till i'm old | |
| Hold on for a minute let me call my you know (you know) | |
| Over chorus | |
| There i go steppin out the caddy or a lexus, doing my thing, | |
| Just ballin' trying to hit the next plateau, | |
| Flexin roll rolls droppin drooly go-go's | |
| Smoking b's | |
| Verse 1: | |
| You know about uno, two hoes let us flex slow, to the front row, | |
| You know when the hoes be fallin down, think with instinction get attention, | |
| Should i mention, let a baller long lead that dragon staggin lidow, | |
| But let me proceed to approach the widow, simple complicated like riddle, | |
| Can't smoke a "b" without no weed in it though, | |
| Pimp ala 'g' got her face in the pillow, but really though, | |
| Ain't got no time for a silly ho cause i gotta page everybody and i'm like | |
| Really yo, | |
| Brother's start takin so i dial until i hit the last number, | |
| Three bad girls from last summer, | |
| La da da drink that we sipped in the hummer, | |
| Meet me on the shore cause a nigga got drummer | |
| I'm still flyin love, smokin dub, banging in the clubs, | |
| Hanging with the thugs and um, conversation too raw, | |
| Bumping all the hoes you saw, never overrest can't go against law, | |
| Chorus (2x) | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Um, shimmy shaw, | |
| Hoppin out the lex with an arm full of pretty hoes, | |
| Put the caddy to the side, do you wanna smoke and ride, | |
| Cause you heard that a playa just went gone, | |
| Cause i attact all the pretty hoes, | |
| Don mack and it's on with the pretty clothes, | |
| And i set off the click like a centerfold, | |
| When i'm in the mall, take a pull of the overdose of indow, | |
| Light tint on the window, holler at the last one to bag one, | |
| You get this "b", take a pull and i pass one, | |
| Roll on my wrist and escape when i flash my bad ass hoes all the fast ass | |
| Hoes, | |
| I take a pose so call the ho fro, | |
| 7 after 4 go lex in my mode, mm-mm-mm if only they know, | |
| When i get blowed slappin that show, | |
| >from the c-h-i-c-a-g-o, aka better known as belo, | |
| Cause i'm still flyin love, smokin dub, banging in the clubs, | |
| Hanging with the thugs and um, conversation too raw, | |
| Bumping all the hoes you saw, never overrest can't go against law. | |
| Chorus (2x) | |
| Verse 3: | |
| It was don perignon i was sippin, | |
| Now, bout, 4 or 5 girls i was pimpin, | |
| Now, this weed got me laughing and trippin, | |
| Slippin clippin, smash riding the tippin, | |
| Talk about the niggas in the game that was flippin, | |
| Violated for the thing they say after dippin, | |
| But squash this, see it's all about the ballin, | |
| All the stars and the juice that a nigga be flexin, | |
| With the 5 double o without the fins on your lexus, | |
| Make the hoes write your taxes, | |
| Keep it real so they know what your checkin, | |
| Need to protection, for disrepectin a pescar recollectin, | |
| Baby girl need some action, | |
| Well, she can meet me at the crib for her lesson, | |
| Smell the ass in and the weed smellin fresh and, | |
| Shotguns in the chest and check out the blowed expression, | |
| I wasn't really undressin, it's more than you're askin, | |
| I'm at the click hittin acid, | |
| And i'm still flyin love, smokin dub, banging in the clubs, | |
| Hanging with the thugs havin conversation in the raw | |
| Bumping all the hoes you saw, never choose red over law. | |
| Chorus out |
| zuò cí : Round, Round, Smith, Williams | |
| Playas been asking, what y' all been doing lately? | |
| Chorus 2x: | |
| Ask what we' re doing, just ballin | |
| Trying to keep my bills straight stacking never fallin | |
| Caddy or a lex, trying to hit the next plateau | |
| Flex with the roll droppin drooly gogo' s | |
| I was smoking b' s since i was a po po | |
| Got the pimp to my soul, so i' ll pimp till i' m old | |
| Hold on for a minute let me call my you know you know | |
| Over chorus | |
| There i go steppin out the caddy or a lexus, doing my thing, | |
| Just ballin' trying to hit the next plateau, | |
| Flexin roll rolls droppin drooly gogo' s | |
| Smoking b' s | |
| Verse 1: | |
| You know about uno, two hoes let us flex slow, to the front row, | |
| You know when the hoes be fallin down, think with instinction get attention, | |
| Should i mention, let a baller long lead that dragon staggin lidow, | |
| But let me proceed to approach the widow, simple complicated like riddle, | |
| Can' t smoke a " b" without no weed in it though, | |
| Pimp ala ' g' got her face in the pillow, but really though, | |
| Ain' t got no time for a silly ho cause i gotta page everybody and i' m like | |
| Really yo, | |
| Brother' s start takin so i dial until i hit the last number, | |
| Three bad girls from last summer, | |
| La da da drink that we sipped in the hummer, | |
| Meet me on the shore cause a nigga got drummer | |
| I' m still flyin love, smokin dub, banging in the clubs, | |
| Hanging with the thugs and um, conversation too raw, | |
| Bumping all the hoes you saw, never overrest can' t go against law, | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Um, shimmy shaw, | |
| Hoppin out the lex with an arm full of pretty hoes, | |
| Put the caddy to the side, do you wanna smoke and ride, | |
| Cause you heard that a playa just went gone, | |
| Cause i attact all the pretty hoes, | |
| Don mack and it' s on with the pretty clothes, | |
| And i set off the click like a centerfold, | |
| When i' m in the mall, take a pull of the overdose of indow, | |
| Light tint on the window, holler at the last one to bag one, | |
| You get this " b", take a pull and i pass one, | |
| Roll on my wrist and escape when i flash my bad ass hoes all the fast ass | |
| Hoes, | |
| I take a pose so call the ho fro, | |
| 7 after 4 go lex in my mode, mmmmmm if only they know, | |
| When i get blowed slappin that show, | |
| from the chicago, aka better known as belo, | |
| Cause i' m still flyin love, smokin dub, banging in the clubs, | |
| Hanging with the thugs and um, conversation too raw, | |
| Bumping all the hoes you saw, never overrest can' t go against law. | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| Verse 3: | |
| It was don perignon i was sippin, | |
| Now, bout, 4 or 5 girls i was pimpin, | |
| Now, this weed got me laughing and trippin, | |
| Slippin clippin, smash riding the tippin, | |
| Talk about the niggas in the game that was flippin, | |
| Violated for the thing they say after dippin, | |
| But squash this, see it' s all about the ballin, | |
| All the stars and the juice that a nigga be flexin, | |
| With the 5 double o without the fins on your lexus, | |
| Make the hoes write your taxes, | |
| Keep it real so they know what your checkin, | |
| Need to protection, for disrepectin a pescar recollectin, | |
| Baby girl need some action, | |
| Well, she can meet me at the crib for her lesson, | |
| Smell the ass in and the weed smellin fresh and, | |
| Shotguns in the chest and check out the blowed expression, | |
| I wasn' t really undressin, it' s more than you' re askin, | |
| I' m at the click hittin acid, | |
| And i' m still flyin love, smokin dub, banging in the clubs, | |
| Hanging with the thugs havin conversation in the raw | |
| Bumping all the hoes you saw, never choose red over law. | |
| Chorus out |