Drama Im Ballin Lyrics

Im Ballin Lyrics

Raheem presents Drama, Tight 2 motherfucking Def 

 Get at they ass, boy! 

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 Ice on my wrist, I'm ballin' man 

 Hoes on my dick, I'm ballin' man 

 Cases of Crystile, I'm ballin' man 

 Shoes of crocodile, I'm ballin' man 

 House on the lake, I'm ballin' man 

 Tight 2 Def straight pushing weight, I'm ballin' man 

 Dubs on the Lex', I'm ballin man 

 Cashing eight figure checks, I'm ballin man 

  

 Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo Drama, How you doing it? 

  

 Me and my niggas, we riding dirty from Charleston to Texas 

 Bowling Ball paint job, with D's on the Lex 

 Beamers and Cadillacs, Optimos and fat sacks 

 We trained for combat, you wrong, then we attack 

 We ride like Desperado on the spokes goldened out 

 Keep cheese in the pockets 

 And keep our distance from cop blockers 

 AK on the front seat for any drama I may meet 

 My pager off killing hoes, providing them B's and Vouges 

 Clientelle getting bigger, while calculating money figures 

 More realer than Rockafeller more cheese than Donald Trump 

 Niggas they hear me, they wanna kill me like JFK 

 Why, cause I ride tight, on ? out of sight 

 It might be the hoes, or could it be that I ride on Vogues 

 My trunk is filled with speakers, I know damn well you hear me 

 Got a torch, you see me 

 Hundred spokes that beaming 

 Niggas plotting they haters, and busters they wanna be me 

  

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 In the club I'm balling bitch, now show me love 

 Bossalinie, Versace shoes, with some Gator boots 

 Dom Perion, it's on now through the early morn' 

 Fuck a hobby man, cause balling be my occupation 

 Playa hating ass nigga, can't take the temptation 

 Wanna rush me, then bust me, then leave me fucked in the game 

 All because I drained his bitch, now partners use his name 

 See the spokes, and how the gleaming make 'em wanna scheme 

 85 Chevy Caprice off on some Dayne-Daynes 

 Paint job, be clocking mills, with some blowed brains 

 20 and bubble, gone buy the Reeboks, now them some shoes 

 With the 9 up on the seat, thats where its supposed to be 

 For them bustas and them haters that wanna touch a G 

 Put it down and moved on up too like me George Jefferson 

 Fuck the law, and fuck the pen, because I'm ballin man 

 Loved the living, I'm dedicated all to the game 

 I'm ballin' man 

  

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 When I'm heated in the club, around 12 o' clock 

 All eyes on a playa, cause I'll blow up the spot 

 You can hate, we blowing clouts in the V.I.P 

 Ballers sport rims, like they stars of films 

 My moneys too unfadable for them too-tight crews 

 And tear da roof off this bitch with this Tight 2 Def shit 

 Nigga knocking, hoe jocking, cause this shit don't quit 

 In the club V.I.P til' the early morning 

 Cases of Crystile, even Dom Perion 

 A McGuyver Road nigga, so you know I don't play 

 But if it come down to it, I got my K 

 Fuck the flexing, cause we ballin', shot callin' and stacking 

 And if it come down to the gunplay, 

 Tight 2 Def ain't lacking 

 Your money ain't long enough for me, so hoe don't talk 

 Cause down here in Atlanta nigga, we walk the walk 

 I say it loud and clear 

 I'm ballin' man 

  

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