JT the Bigga Figga - Balled Out lyrics

[Verse 1] Sittin' fat on twenty inches, yeah and kickin' the flow I used to be in the corner on my five point toes Wrote raps with meaning, flashback to my younger days In the summer, wanted her number but then she turned away She turned the channel see my face on the screen Now she havin' visions about replacin' my queen Brought up the cream but she wouldn't see a nickel see a track With comps on the big in the middle Tryin' to fit em' now because of my fame Y'all need support keep lovin' the name Pushin' the Range with a dot in the six I'm heavy in the mixed and you coughed on my tit [Hook x4] We balled out, we grind out, we shined out And when you see me on the tv then you find out [Verse 2] What they know about court life, locked down on titaniums Saved a pocket full of them yays because they payin' em' That's nothin' balled out shined out we big timin' on some other sh** Collectin' them faces they fit us fine It's no surprise we pullin' up in the best All leather with the wood grain rest, nothin' less Confess we used to solve it all but gangstas know who we are Playstation it's connect in each and every car Gold teeth and French braids or the full fades Bring it all together and bibble cause we all paid Over-nighters on airplanes get the red-eye Face to face negotiations and we keep it better Now dig this, you say you wanna get the cheddar Face to face negotiations and we keep it better And all money ain't good money You can't tell on the streets we determined to make mail [Hook x4] [Verse 3] Shhh, I get with it no problem, hundred G's I got em' Five hundred Benz on twenty lone pros and drop em' Livin' life me and my wife sittin' on the hill and we plush Hey never enough and enough ain't enough I bubble up and flip my fetti and double up Like automatics and gauges and tech n***a is what's up, ha I bring nothin' but that Southern Cali, Northern Cali g**n Mentality, so when you try to come battle me Hit the game up with diamonds, you love the way they be shinin' And I keep on grindin' that's when the 4-5 blindin' Worried and nervous and nervous as f** I ai't got no license I ain't givin' a f** If you ain't got no money stay the f** away from us You see me in my Caddy lookin' clean as f** [Hook x4]