Drama I`m Ballin` Man Lyrics

I`m Ballin` Man 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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