Lyrics

Mustard on the beat, hoe! I'm addicted to ballin', I have to get my cash The money is callin', got bands, got bands, got bands I'm addicted to ballin' (I, I, I, I) I'm addicted to ballin' (I, I, I, I) I have to get my ends I pull up in my Benz (woah) Flexin', countin' my bands (woah, woah) Started gettin' money, I see how it feels to be rich (woah, woah) I live by the beach now (woah, woah) That's how a boss should live (woah, woah) Since I was a toddler, I knew that I would become this (woah, woah) I cannot move slow (woah, woah) That's a big, big no (woah, woah) Gotta chase this money, bankroll after big bankroll I must get this money I must get this money I must get this money Get this money, get this money I'm addicted to ballin', I have to get my cash The money is callin', got bands, got bands, got bands I'm addicted to ballin' (I, I, I, I) I'm addicted to ballin' (I, I, I, I) I have to get my ends Huh, got a hunnid hoes, I need bands (woah, woah) Drunk as fuck, now look at my dance (my dance, dance, damn) Where the bitches at? This my jam (my jam, my jam) Fuck around and get you that Benz (woo, woo) Rich as fuck and turnin' that party up Used to hide the Glock in my Nautica Nigga know the money be callin' us (yeah, yeah) Fuck a friend, I'm tryna fuck all of y'all Talk about he ballin', watch this (watch this bitch) Bitches start to love me too quick (too quick) Went to Oakland with a few Crips Tell Kamaiyah, "Gas break, dip, yeah" Imagine what I paid for the rollie (rollie) Niggas still run from the police (police) 24 karats, I'm a Kobe, yeah, yeah Nigga that bitch for the homies, ah I'm addicted to ballin', I have to get my cash The money is callin', got bands, got bands, got bands I'm addicted to ballin' (I, I, I, I) I'm addicted to ballin' (I, I, I, I) I have to get my ends
Writer(s): William Curtis, Quincey Hanley, Kamaiyah Johnson, Johnny Flippin, Dijon Isaiah Mcfarlane Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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