Bruce Waynne - Ballin lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah Oh yeah, yeah, yeah Oh Lord Oh yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1] I got fired from Old Navy Landlord keeps on knocking Swear that n***a hates me Sleeping on this old couch But sh**, I'm not complaining 'Cause I'm still a pimp though Like there's moulah raining [Pre-Chorus] And I ain't never ever been this rich ever I don't even make all that much dough Ask my mama for a dub and raised her blood pressure Now she got me working at the corner store [Chorus] But I'm ballin', ballin' I'm so f**ing awesome Vroom vroom, yeah That's my Camry roaring sh**, think the engine light came on Now I gotta walk 15 miles to my apartment Ballin', ballin', ballin' I'm so mother, motherf**ing awesome, yeah Ballin', ballin', ballin' Ballin', ballin', ballin' [Post-Chorus] Oh Lord Yeah, yeah Oh Lord [Verse 2] Gormet Heart them ramen noodles Freak it with the hot sauce I do McDonalds too though And when I wanna go out Good Will gotta do though Sweet talking the bouncers 18 bucks, I need 2 more [Pre-Chorus] And I ain't never ever been this rich ever I don't even make all that much dough Ask my mama for a dub and raised her blood pressure Now she got me working at the corner store [Chorus] But I'm ballin', ballin' I'm so f**ing awesome Vroom vroom, yeah That's my Camry roaring sh**, think the engine light came on Now I gotta walk 15 miles to my apartment Ballin', ballin', ballin' I'm so mother, motherf**ing awesome, yeah Ballin', ballin', ballin' Ballin', ballin', ballin' [Post-Chorus] Oh Lord [Verse 3] Jumped the gate, subway station All the seats are taken This kinda lifestyle teach you patience I spend my very last savings on some Takis I'm good at simbis crib I don't need no fancy hotel lobbies I doubt I'd get along with paparazzi, yeah I just want a Slim Jim and a 40 I just wanna roll up to the sundown without my moms throwing a fit I just wanna party in New York in all the abandon warehouses With the all hipster kids and the bad b**hes with hair on their armpits We wear designer clothes from thrifts My hair might not be laid and did [Chrous] Yeah, but I'm ballin', ballin' I'm so f**ing awesome Vroom vroom, yeah That's my Camry roaring sh**, think the engine light came on Now I gotta walk 15 miles to my apartment Ballin', ballin', ballin' I'm so mother, motherf**ing awesome, yeah Ballin', ballin', ballin' Ballin', ballin', ballin' [Post-Chorus] Oh Lord