Until God calls for me I'mma keep ballin', keep on ballin' To my niggas and my bitches looking down on me I know y'all see me when I'm ballin' You know I got to keep ballin' Till the FEDs come we ballin' out Y'all niggas y'all know what this about when I'm ballin' That stash house, we in and out We ballin', ballin', ballin', we shot callin' 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 R.I.P. 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'll 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 nigga quick Hit a nigga with my race car, Tony Yayo turn to Tony Stewart Rap niggas die over music Just got this brand, new chopper and I'm dying to use it Dry snitching niggas testifying in their music I seen niggas last five minutes then they lose it Wrap the sheet around his neck, he said, "this time I couldn't do it" A platinum nigga in the penitentiary goin' through it Put powder on the prison yard, started getting to it Two zero's, six, six, nine, 'o 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 niggas locked up just trying to survive, I know why Until God calls for me I'mma keep ballin', keep on ballin' To my niggas and my bitches looking down on me I know y'all see me when I'm ballin' You know I got to keep ballin' Till the FEDs come we ballin' out Y'all niggas y'all know what this about when I'm ballin' That stash house, we in and out We ballin', ballin', ballin', we shot callin' 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 can claim Paid all my mama's bills so how can 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 fingers reppin' Rida Gang Tire streaks in the streets so them hoes know I came Ballin' on these hoes all the time You got your kids, don't need mine Word to my favorite design, my mama 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 15 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 Until God calls for me I'mma keep ballin', keep on ballin' To my niggas and my bitches looking down on me I know y'all see me when I'm ballin' You know I got to keep ballin' Till the FEDs come we ballin' out Y'all niggas y'all know what this about when I'm ballin' That stash house, we in and out We ballin', ballin', ballin' You know I got to keep ballin' Till the FEDs come we ballin' out Y'all niggas y'all know what this about when I'm ballin' That stash house, we in and out We ballin', ballin', ballin' we shot callin'