Ballin’

Album cover art for "Ballin’" by Chris Brown & Kevin McCall

Chris Brown & Kevin McCall - Rap, In English

Ballin’

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[Intro] K-Mac [Chorus: Kevin McCall] Ballin' like a bitch (Bitch) You can't tell me nothin' 'cause I'm ballin' like a bitch (Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh) Filthy ass rich (Rich) Swimmin' in this money 'cause I'm ballin' like—, b-ballin' like a— (Ballin' like a—) Ballin' like a bitch (Bitch) B-B-B-Ballin' like a bitch (Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh) Filthy ass rich (Rich) Swimmin' in this money 'cause I'm ballin' like—, b-ballin' like a— (Ballin' like a—) [Verse 1: Chris Brown] Look, BBC hat clean, diamond snap hook (Hook) Take a picture with it like it's my last look (Look) G-Gold MacBook, cost a hunnid Gs (Gs) I don't fuck with rats (Rats), I throw away the cheese (Cheese) I'm ballin', baby, you see this nigga shine (Shine) I'm runnin' shit, ha, finish line K-Mac cook that beat, I eat it like it's dinner time Awards show, gimme mine, loud and clear, intercom Listen up (Up), I show you how to stunt (Stunt) Pocket full of money, you should see what's in the trunk (Trunk) That bass got that bump (Bump), that shit that make you jump (Jump) Ballin' like a bitch, throw it up, slam dunk (Dunk) V-neck like a guido, rollin' dice in the casino ('Sino) Three bad chicks rollin' trips, cee-lo What's done is done, ain't no comin' back I'm ballin' like a bitch, roger that It's Breezy, baby [Chorus: Kevin McCall, Chris Brown, Both] Ballin' like a bitch (Bitch) You can't tell me nothin' 'cause I'm ballin' like a bitch (Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh) Filthy ass rich (Rich) Swimmin' in this money 'cause I'm ballin' like—, b-ballin' like a— (Ballin' like a—) I'm ballin' like a bitch (Bow, ballin') Ballin' like a bitch (Bow, ballin') B-B-Ballin' like a bitch (Bow, bow) Watch me do my shit 'Cause I'm ballin' like a bitch (Bow, ballin') Ballin' like a bitch (Bow, ballin') Ballin' like a bitch (Bow, bow) Watch me take your chick [Verse 2: Tyga] Uh, snapback nigga back up in this bitch (Bitch) Throw 'em by the hunnids, watchin' strippers do the splits (Splits) Gon' hit that flex, I ain't trippin' on the bitches Prolly one out of a ten in California I ain't hit Bitch, I'm raw, smell that shit Hold your jaw up in your lips Get a silly straw, have a sip, haha Motherfuckin' Tyga, she ain't met me, then she lyin' I pull that rocker out, nigga, David and Goliath Melt your fuckin' face, boy, like that nigga on the Wire Them niggas washed up, need a dryer, dry 'em Free my brother Weezy, now we back up on your TV I'm rollin' at two-fifty, speedin' me, my nigga Breezy Right behind me, R-R-Range Rove', T-Rell, mean ho Bunch a bad bitches too, tell 'em bitches what to do (Do) It's Young Money 'til the death bed If anythin', we the best at, it's probably this [Chorus: Kevin McCall, Chris Brown, Both] B-B-Ballin' like a bitch (Bitch) You can't tell me nothin' 'cause I'm ballin' like a bitch (Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh) Filthy ass rich (Rich) Swimmin' in this money 'cause I'm ballin' like—, b-ballin' like a— (Ballin' like a—) I'm ballin' like a bitch (Bow, ballin') Ballin' like a bitch (Bow, ballin') B-B-Ballin' like a bitch (Bow, bow) Watch me do my shit 'Cause I'm ballin' like a bitch (Bow, ballin') Ballin' like a bitch (Bow, ballin') Ballin' like a bitch (Bow, bow) Watch me take your chick

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Credits

Writers
  • Kevin McCall
  • Tyga
  • Chris Brown