Until God calls for me

I'mma keep ballin' keep on ballin'

To my *****s and my *****es 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 *****s y'all know what this about when I'm ballin'
That stash house we in and out

We ballin' ballin' ballin' we shot callin'
Versace down from my head to my neck
Pootie Tang with the belt game show some respect
All these *****es on my ***** same old *******t
R I P  to Pimp C I'm the same old pimp

Fly over seven different time zones
I got a big booty ***** up in shroom zone
Got emergency blunts when I come home
Cause that rapper *****'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 ***** quick
Hit a ***** with my race car Tony Yayo turn to Tony Stewart
Rap *****s die over music
Just got this brand new chopper and I'm dying to use it
Dry snitching *****s testifying in their music
I seen *****s last five minutes then they lose it
Wrap the sheet around his neck he said this time I couldn't do it
A platinum ***** in the penitentiary going do it
Put Prada 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 *****s locked up just trying to survive I know why

Until God calls for me

I'mma keep ballin' keep on ballin'

To my *****s and my *****es 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 *****s 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 *****es 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 *****es 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 *******rt ain't got a stain
Iced out Rollie three fingers reppin' Rida Gang
Entire streets 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 *******ne
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
*******ning my records like where's my target at
Came through your stereo feel me charging back
I'm owing you 15 bombs for that
Stains 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 *****s and my *****es 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 *****s y'all know what this about when I'm ballin'
That stash house we in and out

We ballin' ballin' ballin' we shot callin'
You know I got to keep ballin'
Till the FEDs come we ballin' out

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

That stash house we in and out
We ballin' ballin' ballin' we shot callin'