[03 Greedo:] How does it feel to be ballin'? (How does it feel to ball, how does it feel to ball?) All of these bitches keep callin' (All of these bitches call, all of these bitches call) I'm out here gettin' my dollars (get it, get it) Pimpin', no poppin' my collar (get it, get it) How does it feel to be ballin'? (How does it feel to ball, how does it feel to ball?) All of these bitches keep callin' (All of these bitches call, all of these bitches call) I'm out here gettin' my dollars (get it, get it) Pimpin', no poppin' no collar (get it, get it) How does it feel to be ballin'?
How does it feel to banini me? Get all the bread like a panini Give me a road like the peavy I get the coke and recede it Hidden in the valley, sittin' in the alley Lookin' like a Sally, sittin' in the alley Drummer Gang, keep a hitter 'round me Hit mob, we the new assailant Kicking shit like a newer balance You a killer, never knew about it Niggas tired of the disrespect Show me what you gon' do about it White boy like Boomhauer Got meds like Doogie Howser Talk shit, shoot the dookie out him Real crip, bring the Tookie out him Kiddie shit, bring, the goofy out him Holy shit, bring the coofy out him Know them hitters who will shoot around me I can do it with no crew around me Tell lil mama I can do without her Newest bitch, every newest out
[03 Greedo & Ketchy the Great:] How does it feel to be ballin'? (How does it feel to ball, how does it feel to ball?) All of these bitches keep callin' (All of these bitches call, all of these bitches call) I'm out here gettin' my dollars (get it, get it) Pimpin', no poppin' my collar (get it, get it) How does it feel to be ballin'? (How does it feel to ball, how does it feel to ball?) All of these bitches keep callin' (Gang, all of these bitches call, all of these bitches call) I'm out here gettin' my dollars (gang, gang) Pimpin', no poppin' no collar (gang, gang) How does it feel to be ballin'?
[Ketchy the Great:] I just popped a gram of molly, servin' the thotty Poppin' P's, breaking on exotic Smokin' Gelato, hatin' bitch gotta pave my pockets I'm not with nonsense I be changed, drinkin' out my lane, you're not a goddess I'm a god, ball, you can't block it, Glock with a stock equipped Mop head niggas gettin' wicked, probably shot your bitch Gang gang gang gang gang, knocking out your whip We just tryna flex like Hulk Hogan when we hit the play Spit on people's scriptures, fingers itchin', I need every penny I just spent Ben Franklins 'til they dizzy, rankin' on your missus Hey, she just wanna give me head, man that lil bitch trippin' So wait, I won't get up in her head, I'm tryna break from chillin'
[03 Greedo:] How does it feel to be ballin'? (How does it feel to ball, how does it feel to ball?) All of these bitches keep callin' (All of these bitches call, all of these bitches call) I'm out here gettin' my dollars (get it, get it) Pimpin', no poppin' my collar (get it, get it) How does it feel to be ballin'? (How does it feel to ball, how does it feel to ball?) All of these bitches keep callin' (All of these bitches call, all of these bitches call) I'm out here gettin' my dollars (get it, get it) Pimpin', no poppin' no collar (get it, get it) How does it feel to be ballin'?
Nine for nine, you know I'm fighting ninety-nine Back for the nine nine and two thousand We the new Cash MoneyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
