Saturday Night Ballin’

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Slow Pain] Saturday balling, it's the west coast boss In a two tone Chevy getting talks Sounds so you can ride to Something to bounce to, something to high to I'm leaning on my steering wheel feeling high My mind's only night, I'll be high till I die If the crew spot and I'm feeling good With some fine baby dolls from the neighborhood Pitbulls in the backseat rolling down the window Letting out some smoke from the lenyo I see the funky Monte Carlo sitting on D's And a pearl-black '66 Caprice Some cool caddies and caddy-coupes To the pimp daddies and funky loops Ahh, up and down, up and down the sweater I'm calling Saturday night balling [Chorus] Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday balling Living like a ballеr, making dollars, rolling in rag-top Impala Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday balling Living likе a baller, making dollars, rolling in rag-top Impala [Verse 2: Slow Pain] It's the weekend, time for the ballers strolls Slapped on my Stacy Adam's and it's time to roll One and here comes the two to the three and four Jumping in a rag 6-4 I hit the hot-spot where the ballers play Last pocket ain't balling, big money games Fine super models everywhere I look And if you had crazy cash, then she was hooked All the ballers in the place looking like Al Capone Gold trench coats and cellphones The place was jumping, drinks was on the house So tell me, what's it all about Going head up with the rolling dice Ten Gs in ten minutes and there ain't nothing nice 7-11, 11-7, that's what I'm calling Saturday night balling [Chorus] Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday balling Living like a baller, making dollars, rolling in rag-top Impala Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday balling Living like a baller, making dollars, rolling in rag-top Impala [Verse 3: Slow Pain] Diamond in the back, sun roof top Rolling the scene the gangster hop Back on the boulevard and Pitbull's past out Laid out with a J in his mouth Damn, it's getting late, I'm rolling solo With these freaks bumping knee, deep Dumping through the hood, scoop up some more homeboys What's up, Buzzie's on the block making noise Capone's OGing and he's going for broke Fly dog got the green, money, and smoke You got my back and I got yours What time is it, mhm, 11-54 And there ain't no woman like the one I got Like a set of '94, the spot's too hot Hanging with some OGs, shot calling Saturday night balling [Chorus] Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday balling Living like a baller, making dollars, rolling in rag-top Impala Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday balling Living like a baller, making dollars, rolling in rag-top Impala Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday balling Living like a baller, making dollars, rolling in rag-top Impala Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday balling Living like a baller, making dollars, rolling in rag-top Impala Saturday, Saturday night balling Saturday, Saturday night balling Saturday, Saturday night balling Saturday, Saturday night balling Saturday, Saturday night balling Saturday, Saturday night balling