Ballin On A Bitch (feat. Gucci Mane)

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I remember when my teacher said that I wouldn't be shit

Now I'm rich, I can't wait till I see that stupid bitch (Racks)

Got these diamonds dancin' on my wrists and neck, I'm really lit (Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice)

Found out that my **** ain't my ****, man, that boy a snitch

That shit lame as hell, ****, I should get you hit

Yeah, I used to trick the slickest **** with that counterfeit (Slime)

Ho, breakdown king, ****, sack it up and mix

And I shoot you like the Knicks, yeah, I'm ballin' on a bitch

Yeah, I bet my teacher feel stupid, I'm richer than a bitch

Diamonds dancin' on my neck and wrist, don't forget fists (Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice)

Oh, and might as well just come on, add 'em, join onto my list (Come on, ho)

All the model bitches love me, say they love this dick

Remember when I come to class, you used to call me out (Come here)

Yeah, that's why I went and put these diamonds on my mouth (In my mouth)

Ho, don't forget I heard about ya, heard that you be snout

And I fucked that teacher pet, the one you crazy 'bout, ho

Yeah, bitch, it's the mayor, you said that I wouldn't be nothin'

Got them millions, bitch and yeah, I got a hundred guns (Racks)

'Member when I told you that I was the chosen one (Bitch)

Now you lookin' stupid, yeah (Dummy) Your dumbass lookin' dumb (Fool)

Yeah, they kicked me out of school, I went straight to the block (Why they do it?)

You used to ride by after school, you seen me with that Glock (With the pole)

You told me I'ma go to jail or either I'ma die (What, why?)

But now I got this money, I can put you in the sky (Fool)

I remember when my teacher said that I wouldn't be shit

Now I'm rich, I can't wait till I see that stupid bitch (Racks)

Got these diamonds dancin' on my wrists and neck, I'm really lit (Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice)

Found out that my **** ain't my ****, man, that boy a snitch

That shit lame as hell, ****, I should get you hit

Yeah, I used to trick the slickest **** with that counterfeit (Slime)

Ho, breakdown king, ****, sack it up and mix

And I shoot you like the Knicks, yeah, I'm ballin' on a bitch, ho (It's Gucci)

I don't play with pepper spray and I'm not tryna mace ya down (No)

This lemon squeeze and cheetah spray'll chase ya down like cheetah prey

Judge, he gave me three today, my head up like I beat the case (Lord)

Body counts, I'll lead the race, don't care nothin' what no preacher say (No)

I didn't have no free lunch, cuz, so I didn't get to eat today

Valley boys, we made you run, we made you use your feet today

Lookin' at me crazy, I'm knockin' out your teeth today

'Member they was scare of me, nobody would serve me

Knowing it's a drought, and damn, I need a half a birdie

Rumblin' in my school clothes and damn near got 'em dirty (Well, damn)

I put that boy in urgent care, he went in on a gurney (Wow)

I don't even tell the whole truth to my attorney (Ho, Gucci)

I remember when my teacher said that I wouldn't be shit

Now I'm rich, I can't wait till I see that stupid bitch (Racks)

Got these diamonds dancin' on my wrists and neck, I'm really lit (Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice)

Found out that my **** ain't my ****, man, that boy a snitch

That shit lame as hell, ****, I should get you hit (Gucci)

Yeah, I used to trick the slickest **** with that counterfeit (Slime)

Ho, breakdown king, ****, sack it up and mix

And I shoot you like the Knicks, yeah, I'm ballin' on a bitch, ho

(Go, go)