Page - Page- Ballin is my Hobby lyrics

[Verse 1: Page] They used to hate the kid, but now these b**hes letting Me get in they panties, cuz' the coochie's wetting Groupie's in my penthouse that's just what I'm bedding They try'na get some dollars, but they ain't getting nothing Take a look at my chain, it's invisible setting You hypnotized, my j**els got your face sweating I'm getting cream, like icing on the cake spreading But don't stare at the bulget's in my ear Red Monkey jeans twelve-hundred a pair I'm on ma' way to Dubai we crusin' in the Lear I'm on vacation with blue, we Ballin over here I'm doing shows overseas they love me out there I'm layin' in the lawn chair, honey's feeding me grapes I live the lavish life, ya'll love to hate Thousand dollar bling, hundred thousand dollar cribs They treat me like a king cuz' ballin ain't a thing [Hook] Ballin is my hobby (Ballin) x 16 [Verse 2: Page] A'yo ballin flossin, when you see my drive by 24's on the feet, so the boy ride high I'm swervin' in the gas guzzler, Alpine bumpin' the 808, you hear it from 2 miles away PAGE on the plate, cuz' I'm a boss And I don't need all the beat's when I say that I'm flossi' Me and Caddy in the G-Wag, the b**hes love the G Swag (Bleeped) Mag, going to put you in the (Bleeped) So don't reach for my chain, unless you k**in Cuz' I cook beef, like a George Foreman Griller Man, the ba** on the beat, got my styrofoam cups spillin, (Spillin) So my live motherf**ers, throw your hands in the ceilin' Cuz' this is a big track, like I over fed it I throw money in the air, let it rain it's ready Cuz' Page is a Don, The diamonds on my arm Medallions on my neck, I'm just Ballin [Hook] Ballin is my hobby (Ballin) x 16