Ballin Lyrics
| Song | Ballin |
| Artist | Fat Joe |
| Artist | Wiz Khalifa |
| Artist | Teyana Taylor |
| Album | German TOP20 BC |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Intro: Fat Joe] | |
| That Hublot, that king size Hublot | |
| [Hook: Teyana Taylor] | |
| Ballin’, dribble dribble shoot, swish | |
| Ballin’, do it like this, bitch | |
| Ballin’, steppin out of Saks, Fifth | |
| Ballin’, everyday is Christ-mas | |
| Ballin’, cash rules everything around me | |
| Ballin’, cash rules everything around me | |
| Ballin’, cash rules everything around me | |
| Ballin’, if you ain't gettin money get from round me (Ballin’) | |
| [Verse 1- Fat Joe] | |
| Yeah, uh, it's Crack.. yeah, uh | |
| No matter the weather, can’t imagine it better | |
| Got me lookin’ for Claire in the Bill Cosby sweater | |
| Hundred bottles is better and they come in those cases | |
| I’m talkin’ peoples and places, we make it light up like Vegas | |
| Ugh, I swear this bitch is dumb as shit | |
| But her ass is even dumber | |
| Now thats dumber and dumber; how to take off a summer | |
| Took a flight out to Russia, we even flew out her mother huh | |
| Fuck you niggas talkin’ bout? | |
| At the Rucker I was about to bring Jordan out | |
| They want to get Coke wet cause of my fan base | |
| I used to get coke wet, I had to fan base | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 2- Wiz Khalifa] | |
| Uhh, T.S. whattup | |
| (Hahahaha... you know I'm young and rich) | |
| O Versace shades and some OG J’s | |
| Keep some OG blaze cause that’s what got me paid | |
| Rockin all this Wang, they look at me strange | |
| Lots of DiamondAir when I'm on the plane | |
| Ridin’ through the city me and Joe Crack | |
| A pound of what I’m puffin’ cost you four stacks | |
| Niggas get it twisted cause my tour selled | |
| What the fuck you think a nigga was before rap? | |
| And my crib is new and I talk shit in my interviews | |
| And my wife called my interludes, I don't break laws I just bend the rules | |
| Got racks might spend a few | |
| Couldn’t walk a day in my shoes, got my own day you seen it in the news | |
| Presidential smoke presidential Rolee' | |
| Porsche 911, picture me rollin’ | |
| Poppin’ champagne OG kush-a-holic’ | |
| Put that in your phone, whether you call it | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 3- Fat Joe] | |
| Yeah, uh... | |
| Hahahaha, coke up in her bra | |
| Nerve of you all a crip is a Colliseum | |
| Olajuwon nigga I just Akeem | |
| Worry about the bell, my niggas they got to free em | |
| Champagne dreams and broke pockets | |
| This why we call em niggas false prophets | |
| Ballin’, bitch I'm fuckin ballin’ | |
| You can call me Spalding or maybe even Rawlings | |
| Met her at the Esseses over there in New Orleans | |
| She said she kinda shy but her body keep callin’ | |
| Yeah they keep callin’, I ain't even into them | |
| Niggas jump ship, Pirates of the Carribean | |
| Tell Wiz roll and smoke foggin’ my glasses | |
| Niggas is my sons, I should claim em on my taxes | |
| Look how big her ass is, I think she got the Nicki plan | |
| (Ballin’) but I ain't passin or dribblin’ |
| Intro: Fat Joe | |
| That Hublot, that king size Hublot | |
| Hook: Teyana Taylor | |
| Ballin', dribble dribble shoot, swish | |
| Ballin', do it like this, bitch | |
| Ballin', steppin out of Saks, Fifth | |
| Ballin', everyday is Christmas | |
| Ballin', cash rules everything around me | |
| Ballin', cash rules everything around me | |
| Ballin', cash rules everything around me | |
| Ballin', if you ain' t gettin money get from round me Ballin' | |
| Verse 1 Fat Joe | |
| Yeah, uh, it' s Crack.. yeah, uh | |
| No matter the weather, can' t imagine it better | |
| Got me lookin' for Claire in the Bill Cosby sweater | |
| Hundred bottles is better and they come in those cases | |
| I' m talkin' peoples and places, we make it light up like Vegas | |
| Ugh, I swear this bitch is dumb as shit | |
| But her ass is even dumber | |
| Now thats dumber and dumber how to take off a summer | |
| Took a flight out to Russia, we even flew out her mother huh | |
| Fuck you niggas talkin' bout? | |
| At the Rucker I was about to bring Jordan out | |
| They want to get Coke wet cause of my fan base | |
| I used to get coke wet, I had to fan base | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2 Wiz Khalifa | |
| Uhh, T. S. whattup | |
| Hahahaha... you know I' m young and rich | |
| O Versace shades and some OG J' s | |
| Keep some OG blaze cause that' s what got me paid | |
| Rockin all this Wang, they look at me strange | |
| Lots of DiamondAir when I' m on the plane | |
| Ridin' through the city me and Joe Crack | |
| A pound of what I' m puffin' cost you four stacks | |
| Niggas get it twisted cause my tour selled | |
| What the fuck you think a nigga was before rap? | |
| And my crib is new and I talk shit in my interviews | |
| And my wife called my interludes, I don' t break laws I just bend the rules | |
| Got racks might spend a few | |
| Couldn' t walk a day in my shoes, got my own day you seen it in the news | |
| Presidential smoke presidential Rolee' | |
| Porsche 911, picture me rollin' | |
| Poppin' champagne OG kushaholic' | |
| Put that in your phone, whether you call it | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3 Fat Joe | |
| Yeah, uh... | |
| Hahahaha, coke up in her bra | |
| Nerve of you all a crip is a Colliseum | |
| Olajuwon nigga I just Akeem | |
| Worry about the bell, my niggas they got to free em | |
| Champagne dreams and broke pockets | |
| This why we call em niggas false prophets | |
| Ballin', bitch I' m fuckin ballin' | |
| You can call me Spalding or maybe even Rawlings | |
| Met her at the Esseses over there in New Orleans | |
| She said she kinda shy but her body keep callin' | |
| Yeah they keep callin', I ain' t even into them | |
| Niggas jump ship, Pirates of the Carribean | |
| Tell Wiz roll and smoke foggin' my glasses | |
| Niggas is my sons, I should claim em on my taxes | |
| Look how big her ass is, I think she got the Nicki plan | |
| Ballin' but I ain' t passin or dribblin' |
| Intro: Fat Joe | |
| That Hublot, that king size Hublot | |
| Hook: Teyana Taylor | |
| Ballin', dribble dribble shoot, swish | |
| Ballin', do it like this, bitch | |
| Ballin', steppin out of Saks, Fifth | |
| Ballin', everyday is Christmas | |
| Ballin', cash rules everything around me | |
| Ballin', cash rules everything around me | |
| Ballin', cash rules everything around me | |
| Ballin', if you ain' t gettin money get from round me Ballin' | |
| Verse 1 Fat Joe | |
| Yeah, uh, it' s Crack.. yeah, uh | |
| No matter the weather, can' t imagine it better | |
| Got me lookin' for Claire in the Bill Cosby sweater | |
| Hundred bottles is better and they come in those cases | |
| I' m talkin' peoples and places, we make it light up like Vegas | |
| Ugh, I swear this bitch is dumb as shit | |
| But her ass is even dumber | |
| Now thats dumber and dumber how to take off a summer | |
| Took a flight out to Russia, we even flew out her mother huh | |
| Fuck you niggas talkin' bout? | |
| At the Rucker I was about to bring Jordan out | |
| They want to get Coke wet cause of my fan base | |
| I used to get coke wet, I had to fan base | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2 Wiz Khalifa | |
| Uhh, T. S. whattup | |
| Hahahaha... you know I' m young and rich | |
| O Versace shades and some OG J' s | |
| Keep some OG blaze cause that' s what got me paid | |
| Rockin all this Wang, they look at me strange | |
| Lots of DiamondAir when I' m on the plane | |
| Ridin' through the city me and Joe Crack | |
| A pound of what I' m puffin' cost you four stacks | |
| Niggas get it twisted cause my tour selled | |
| What the fuck you think a nigga was before rap? | |
| And my crib is new and I talk shit in my interviews | |
| And my wife called my interludes, I don' t break laws I just bend the rules | |
| Got racks might spend a few | |
| Couldn' t walk a day in my shoes, got my own day you seen it in the news | |
| Presidential smoke presidential Rolee' | |
| Porsche 911, picture me rollin' | |
| Poppin' champagne OG kushaholic' | |
| Put that in your phone, whether you call it | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3 Fat Joe | |
| Yeah, uh... | |
| Hahahaha, coke up in her bra | |
| Nerve of you all a crip is a Colliseum | |
| Olajuwon nigga I just Akeem | |
| Worry about the bell, my niggas they got to free em | |
| Champagne dreams and broke pockets | |
| This why we call em niggas false prophets | |
| Ballin', bitch I' m fuckin ballin' | |
| You can call me Spalding or maybe even Rawlings | |
| Met her at the Esseses over there in New Orleans | |
| She said she kinda shy but her body keep callin' | |
| Yeah they keep callin', I ain' t even into them | |
| Niggas jump ship, Pirates of the Carribean | |
| Tell Wiz roll and smoke foggin' my glasses | |
| Niggas is my sons, I should claim em on my taxes | |
| Look how big her ass is, I think she got the Nicki plan | |
| Ballin' but I ain' t passin or dribblin' |
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