Keep Ballin

Lyrics

[Intro] It's ya birthday, yeah Happy birthday, what else? It's ya birthday Believe that, Shakedown [Verse] More champagne, please More sour by the oz More bad bitches, you better let 'em through This the party of the year I've been tellin' you, Shakedown Money spenders, vintage 'lo sweaters Brooklyn niggas, well known go-getters Good wine, and Louie luggage Corporate dimes love it, how the mafia thug it I mean I'm reportin' from the hood, miss No Oprah money But guess what I'm hood rich, believe that Chi-town, fuck with ya guy a lot now I'm the skipper, so I'm fuckin' on the yacht, aaowww Killin' 'em since '02 Sendin' work down south, call it soul food Come to my city And hell yeah, I be the go to Boss up on those hoes like I'm supposed to, yeah Me and Diddy, worldwide tourin' So now y'all know why my designer's foreign If the haters wan' hate, let the haters hate But if they wan' get some money, sell them hater's weight Ball hard like D. Rose And you bustas stop payin' for them free hoes Fuckin the game up Too much bakin' soda, fuckin' the 'caine up Make a nigga wanna go dump my chamber Brrrrraaah, take that bitch In the streets, I make the money do back flips Wallah, I'm just livin' that Miami life 4, 5, 6, my kind of dice Fuck on them broads They come back like good coke That's my West coast bitch, she got good throat Huh, I feel like I got wings on All the hottest models say they got me on their ringtone [Chorus] And I just keep it thorough, yeah So the hood fuck with me Keep ballin', ballin', ballin' And I just keep it thorough, yeah So the hood fuck with me Keep ballin', ballin', ballin'