"BALLIN" lyrics

Ballin' on these hoes, ballin' on these suckas
Ballin' on you hoes, ballin' on these suckas
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I been gettin' fresh, don't need no stylist
Reaching for my wallet, girl, you wildin'
Diamonds on my fingers, can't do polish
Boogers on my fingers, I'm so childish

These lil' bitches play all day
I ain't run up these bands for you, get out my face
Had to go take out some money, 'bout to go throw it at Onyx
She fuckin' with me 'cause I'm up now, I don't even want it

Ballin' on these hoes, ballin' on these suckas
Ballin' on you hoes, ballin' on these suckas
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No, that ain't my bitch, I'm just tryn' stuff her
I'm in my Rimowa, Murakami duffle
Out in NJ, ballin' like it's Rutgers
Out in NY, ballin' like the Rucker

Shawty wanna cry, shoulda never fucked her
Shawty wanna cry, 'cause I don't wanna cuff her
These the Louis jawns, not the regular Buttas
I like pretty bitches rockin' them coochie-cutters

Ballin' on these hoes, ballin' on these suckas
Ballin' on you hoes, ballin' on these suckas
X'ing out the lames, adding up the numbers
Add some more 0's, add another comma