I just got paid I'm broke, but I'm ballin' Don't know where we're goin' We go in when we go out Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that I should grow up some day 'cause I got bills to pay I can't be waking up at someone else's place I know I drink too much,

We be ballin' hard, yeah, I just want some paper, yeah NCAA, yeah, we the young and dangerous, yeah I'm playin' with the clit like a guitar NCAA, yeah, set the record straight (Set it) Come on in (Come on in), come on in (Come on in) Honorable C.N.O.T.E

I made sacrifices, I been ballin' ever since And I'm convinced We seein' so many blessin's, shit don't make no sense Someone watchin' over us, so shout goes out to him Yeah, I'm convinced Someone watchin' over us, so shout goes out to Yeah, I did some

Southside and East Side Gucci (We an army) They call me peacoat shawty, left wrist eight-forty (whoa) Gucci Mane home ballin' while your bank account fallin' (damn) Gucci Mane, I don't fear no one but God (on God) For fifty mil' I'll get in the ring and

Got no friends up next to me, enemies too close Raf Simons on my feet that's why I fucked your ho Middlefingers to my enemies, I stay in my glo You know they're gonna intervene, my niggas do the most Ballin', I'm just on it, I'm just on it Gettin' it,

I don't want nobody else but you Why we in the club, why I'm always ballin' (ball) Tryna' be in love, we don't fall too often I don't want nobody else but you, ooh ah ah Nobody else but you, ooh ah ah You, ooh ah ah, nobody else but you Real one, I guess

You know I feel so good Well, I feel so good Feel like ballin' the jack My baby's comin' home You know I feel so good, I I feel so good I hope I always will You know I feel so good, that I I got a letter

We'll throw anythang, throw anythang, throw anythang (Yeah) When I'm wit' you (Yeah!), it's expensive Liquor pitchers I'm tryin' when I'm wit' you Money's not a problem, got different dollars on me Me and Stunna ballin' (Yeah) Money's steady callin'

Girl, your ex keep callin' Fuck him we ballin' I put double G's on you, I put double C's on you I put Louis V on you, that nigga a scrub He can't take you out, that shit is a dub for you Tell him leave yo' ass alone He can't take you out, that shit is a

Hold up, walking on a tightrope How could I switch on you? This the only thing I know Stay down and be loyal, now we ballin' like the pros Remember when I used to sit and plan it with the bros Nowadays I'm just sellin' out these shows She tell me that