ballin

Lyrics

young money, volume 1, this is lil weezy ana, best rapper alive, weezy f, greatest dj in the world, raj smoove, let's go!, we stay hot on that 504 shit, sellin iron all the time, and you know this, we stay hot on that 504 shit, sellin iron all the time, and you know this, look, back out the garage in the hog, and you know i redo the insides like the morgue, look, back out the garage in the hog, and you know i redo the insides like the morgue, look, back out the garage in the hog, and you know i redo the insides like the morgue, the coupe blue like the 'do on marge, ridin with a bitch prettier than a debarge, mommy want a soldier, baby i'm a sarge, you can't have me but we can have a menage, now rub me wrong and fuck up my massage, and it's flowers for the dead, better get em a corsage, yeeaa; head nigga in large, and everything i do, i san diego charge, while you niggas just starve, i'm eating so much i'mma fuck around and barf, and, red is the color of my scarf, and understand, to a giant you're a dwarf, my flow's throwed off, i'm so sick all i got to do is cough, we stay hot on that 504 shit, sellin iron all the time, and you know this, we stay hot on that 504 shit, sellin iron all the time, and you know this, bitch i come from the bottom of the map, new orleans, louisiana, we love to pack gats, we love to count stacks, we love to pump back, i love killing the track; me, wayne, ronny, and mac, that's some hollygrove shit, yeah, and i'mma bang it in your ear, until you get it clear, you heard that?, that's my word, and i meant that, don't tempt me, i leave ya bent up in your bentley, believe me, yeah it's ronny, back in the game, straight off the block, back in the game, now run, tell you heard me rapping with wayne, run, tell you heard me rapping insane, yea, i'm off in this bitch, puffing drogas in this bitch, i'm leaning in this bitch, we got freaks in this bitch, we deep in this bitch, we stay hot on that 504 shit, sellin iron all the time, and you know this, we stay hot on that 504 shit, sellin iron all the time, and you know this, i got a thing for them big trucks, big, fine bitches with good jug and big butts, 5, 4 mommies with nice head and fake tits, that don't get loose off goose and probably act up, 5, 7 bitches with bowlegs that take dick, all they really need is like two pills and 6 blunts, wake up in the morning and count money and make grits, she don't really know no english so we don't say shit, yeah, wayne said let it rain on them, mother nature with the paper, doing a mack maine on em, like, there go 1000, like swoosh, like, there go 2000. now shake that ass like you can't, pay your cable bill and you tryna watch the saints, on the 60 inch hitachi, living like liberace, sporting the latest versace, shotty and maseratis, dodging the paparazzi, ac cold like the heart of nazis, this here a classic like old school hirachis, then get your grill cooked like it was hibachi, word to cousin rodney