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Ballin'
13,404
Hip-Hop/Rap
Ballin' was released on March 3, 2015 by G-UNIT RECORDS (GNR) as a part of the album The Beast Is G Unit - EP
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Release DateMarch 3, 2015
LabelG-UNIT RECORDS (GNR)
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
G-Unit
G-Unit
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
D. Brown
D. Brown
Composer
Curtis James Jackson
Curtis James Jackson
Composer
M. Bernard
M. Bernard
Composer
C. Stewart
C. Stewart
Composer
C. Lloyd
C. Lloyd
Composer
S. Adams
S. Adams
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MistrAdams
MistrAdams
Producer
K. Miller
K. Miller
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Until God calls for me
I'ma keep ballin,' keep on ballin'
To my **** and my bitches looking down on me
I know y'all see me, when I'm ballin'
You know I gotta keep ballin'
[Verse 2]
Till the Feds come we ballin' out
Y'all **** y'all know what this about when I'm ballin'
That stash house, we in and out
We ballin,' ballin,' ballin,' we shot callin'
[Verse 3]
Versace down from my head to my neck
Pootie Tang with the belt game, show some respect
All these bitches on my dick, same old shit
RIP to Pimp C, I'm the same, old pimp
Fly over seven different time zones
I got a big booty bitch up in Trump zone
Got emergency blunts when I come home
'Cause that rapper weed will have your lungs gone
Yeah, Malibu beaches, unlaced bikini bottoms
Mo' money, mo' problems fo' fo' will solve 'em
Just every day I'm with a stank sip, 30 in the clip
Riding through that Gaza strip, kill a **** quick
Hit a **** with my race car, Tony Yayo turn to Tony Stewart
Rap **** die over music
[Verse 4]
Just got this brand new chopper and I'm dying to use it
Dry snitching **** testifying in their music
I seen **** last five minutes, then they lose it
Wrap the sheet around his neck, he said, this time I couldn't do it
A platinum **** in the penitentiary going through it
Put powder on the prison yard, started getting to it
Two zeroes, six, six, nine, oh, seven, five
That's the number that they gave me when I arrived
It's just another form of slavery that's in disguise
To all my **** locked up, just tryin' to survive, I know why
[Verse 5]
Until God calls for me
I'ma keep ballin,' keep on ballin'
To my **** and my bitches looking down on me
I know y'all see me, when I'm ballin'
You know I gotta keep ballin'
Till the Feds come we ballin' out
Y'all **** y'all know what this about when I'm ballin'
That stash house, we in and out
We ballin,' ballin,' ballin,' we shot callin'
[Verse 6]
I'm yelling money over bitches, money over everything
Money got me everything, every watch, every chain
Every brick, every whip, kicks with designer names
I used to hustle taxes, whose child I could claim
Paid all my momma's bills, so how could she complain?
Call my bitches dimes, I treat 'em like loose change
Kobe Bryant in the clutch, ballin' with my ankle sprained
No love, got it out the mud, my shirt ain't got a stain
Iced out Rollie, three finger reppin' Rida Gang
Tire streaks in the streets, so them hoes know I came
[Verse 7]
Ballin' on these hoes all the time, got your kids, don't need mine
Word to my favorite design, my momma raised me to shine
These C-notes play in my mind, they on rewind
I am, top five alive, I've been picked out by God
I'm never not on my job, too hard to argue that
Shining my records like, where's my target at?
Came through your stereo, feel me charging back
I'm gon' need fifteen bombs for that
Stage in the garden, hear when they all go black
Cracks in the armor, this reach further than rap
Before we start react, mob attack
Stacks or don't call me, rain down 'til nobody standing
Won't show no snipe for your army
[Verse 8]
Until God calls for me
I'ma keep ballin,' keep on ballin'
To my **** and my bitches looking down on me
I know y'all see me, when I'm ballin'
You know I gotta keep ballin'
Till the Feds come we ballin' out
Y'all **** y'all know what this about when I'm ballin'
That stash house, we in and out
We ballin,' ballin,' ballin,' we shot callin'
You know I gotta keep ballin'
Till the Feds come we ballin' out
Y'all **** y'all know what this about when I'm ballin'
That stash house, we in and out
We ballin,' ballin,' ballin,' we shot callin'
Written by: C. Lloyd, C. Stewart, Curtis James Jackson, D. Brown, David Darnell Brown, M. Bernard, S. Adams, Sebastian Scott Adams
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