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Tony Yayo

Ballin

 

Ballin

(album: El Chapo 2 - 2012)


[Tony Yayo:]
Ya ya ya

[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
My ballin has no limitations
My ballin has no limitations
My ballin has no limitations
I said my ballin has no limitations

[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
I said nah nah these haters ain't sayin nothin
They callin bluff plays while I'm ballin cam newton
Grands from the cuban, ricky ricardo
And that I love lucy white girl by the cargo
Leeches, blood thirsty oppurtunists
Death to em 4-10 blow it like a trumpet
Saluting all the soldiers in the battlefield
Living life cause this shit is like an obstacle
We had our share of troubles like the gap band
Now my timepiece got gold rolex hands
Red bottles of cree weed from amsterdam
Confrontation have you shaking in an ambulance
Me and beverley, in the beverley, smoking hesvily
Slip her out her calvin klein collection heavenly
2, 12, 6-50, the soft top
4-10 elephant round homie your heart stop

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2: French Montana]
I'm ballin like bob hook look
Knowledge on your bitch but I never bought my car used
Cash rules everything around dollar bills
Got money buy buckle cree I can hear
Tell that bitch I'm on it
Smoking like I grown that
Piece ciroc up on it
Diamonds flash like kodey
Did the games justice, he ballin on budgets
Your whole life is edit, you ballin on credit
Made mills and we posted on the block still
Shot my nigga did for that ciroc deal
I ain't signed yet made it to the billboards
This the kinda niggaz kill for montana

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]
Money and power we want it all
Bitches and fame we wanna ball
Million dollar watch tell the time here
We I die put me on the wax museum in times square
The leer, got me suspended in the air
My ballin on another level you on rabbit ears
Rubber bands over them stacks boy
Blow 50 racks on that new toy boy

[Chorus x2]

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