Don Robb - Ballin' lyrics

[Hook: Lil Bibby] My b**h hatin' she like, "You think you tha sh** now" And I can spend 10 on my wrist now I pull up in them cars wit tha tints now Turnt up. They like, "Boy you need to sit down" Nowww, Now Young n***a takin' trips now Nowww, Now I ain't gotta worry bout sh** now [Verse 1: Lil Bibby] I'm the sh** now, they on my dick now I ain't gotta go out lookin' for a lick now Haters pissed now, they got big frowns Overload the trap, throw my n***as 10 pounds Make it flip, show you how to stack them chips I ain't used to havin' sh** Turned that, into this And my brother want a whip So I told him go an' get it They say the limit is the sky I tell my n***as its No Limit Wait. They don't get it Yeah I used to serve the midget Stackin' money to the ceiling Now my features is 4 digits Catch Bibby in the kitchen I just get it, then I whip it Then I dish it to my youngins Then they flip it Let's get it [Hook] [Verse 2: Chase] People actin' stranger since I got this paper My chick bad, she is danger And my chains a glacier Politics stay talkin' sh** No scholarship, still stupid rich We poppin' more champagne, they reppin' our campaign My chicks into fashion, my car is a dragon My wrist a ballerina, my diamonds dancin' My squad ball, you just a towel boy Lil Bibby strapped like a cowboy Bad b**hes only, standards You n***as broke, fractured Ohhh my team is major, and these n***as hate it Money talks, money on me man that's a fashion statement Hit the scene stylin', money stay pilin' n***as want features, it costs you a thousand Smooth Operator, never asking favors k** the club scene, n***a you could meet ya maker [Hook]