歌詞

You losin damn right you losin Keep the poll on me want catch me snoozin And these bitches they be choosin Stackin money to the ceilin, bitch we ballin. You loosing that much you loosing That nigga trying copy my swag buy they might lose it Because im ballin???? they be calling So you know what I got to do I'mma flex on you Pull a brand new coup if you only knew The thing I would only do and my niggas that shoot So we ballin' damn right we ballin' And i got yo bitch she steady stalking And if you only knew the thing that she do Taking off the clothes off that what she do Cuz our money grew and we ballin' And these other niggas they know nothin' You losin damn right you losin Keep the poll on me want catch me snoozin And these bitches they be choosin Stackin money to the ceilin, bitch we ballin. Dont know what you did heard about Bitch niggas we not worried about Come to where you hang out And blow yo fucking brains out???? im the man now Tell them goofies fuckin stand down They got a bag get them hands out Ain't got not time for no hand out???? you know i got him back Flexin on them fucking fags Got to get it everyday 84 swa??? You losin damn right you losin Keep the poll on me want catch me snoozin And these bitches they be choosin Stackin money to the ceilin, bitch we ballin. Got me ballin we call em out we all in Bad bitches they foreign we all win they all ten Fu fu niggas hate on me hard They turn it down when they see my squad Versace just to get yo bitch on all my jock Got thirty shots in that Glock im on my block You losing if ain't with me Got bitches kissing bitches and they with me On parole I can't sip lean that purple syrup gotta tempt me I can't let these niggas tempt me Im riding out in that foreign And the old hoes they boring You losin damn right you losin Keep the poll on me want catch me snoozin And these bitches they be choosin Stackin money to the ceilin, bitch we ballin. You losin damn right you losin Keep the poll on me want catch me snoozin And these bitches they be choosin Stackin money to the ceilin, bitch we ballin.
Writer(s): Tyree Lamar Jr Pittman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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