Paroles Ballin On A Bitch (feat. Gucci Mane)

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(SpiffoMadeIt) Ho

I remember when my teacher said that I won't be shit
Now I'm rich, I can't wait 'til I see that stupid bitch (racks)
Got these diamonds dancing on my wrist and neck, I'm really lit
Found out that my nigga ain't my nigga, man, that boy a snitch (ho, ho)
That shit lame as hell, nigga, I should get you hit
Yeah, I used to trick the slickest niggas with that counterfeit (slime)
Ho, breakdown king, nigga, 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, ho
Diamonds dancin' on my neck and wrist, don't forget fist
Uh, might as well just come on, add on, join on to my list
All the model bitches love me, say they love this dick
Remember when I come to class, you used to call me off (come here)
Yeah, that's why I went and put these diamonds in my mouth
Ho, don't forget I heard about you, I heard that you be snout
And I fucked that teacher, the one you crazy 'bout
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
Ho, 'member when I told you that I was the chosen one (bitch)
Now you lookin' stupid, yeah, your dumbass lookin' dumb (ho)
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 (why?)
But now I got this money, I can put you in the sky (ho)

I remember when my teacher said that I won't be shit
Now I'm rich, I can't wait 'til I see that stupid bitch (racks)
Got these diamonds dancing on my wrist and neck, I'm really lit
Found out that my nigga ain't my nigga, man, that boy a snitch (ho, ho)
That shit lame as hell, nigga, I should get you hit
Yeah, I used to trick the slickest niggas with that counterfeit (slime)
Ho, breakdown king, nigga, 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 you down
This lemon squeeze and cheetah spray'll chase you down like cheetah prey
Judge, he gave me three today, my head up like I beat the case
Body counts, I'll lead the race, don't care none' what no preacher say
I didn't have no free lunch card, so I didn't get to eat today
Valley boys, we made you run, we made you use your feet today
Looking at me crazy, I'm knocking out your teeth today
'Member they was scared 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 (Gucci)

I remember when my teacher said that I won't be shit (dawg)
Now I'm rich, I can't wait 'til I see that stupid bitch (racks)
Got these diamonds dancing on my wrist and neck, I'm really lit
Found out that my nigga ain't my nigga, man, that boy a snitch (ho, ho)
That shit lame as hell, nigga, I should get you hit
Yeah, I used to trick the slickest niggas with that counterfeit (slime)
Ho, breakdown king, nigga, sack it up and mix
And I shoot you like the Knicks, yeah, I'm ballin' on a bitch, ho

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Radric Davis, Kwame Khalil Brown, Lavonte Powers