Tyga - Hello I'm Ballin' lyrics

[Intro: Spoken] I spent 1.8 million of my hard earned money To buy this motherf**ing car, I had heard about called the Bugatti [Chorus] OK, my boujee b**h all she want is Hermès And my college b**h need a new apartment Make ’em both cum together, said it’s all in (Boss n***a alive) Hello b**h, I’m ballin’ [Verse 1] Ha, hello b**h I’m ballin’ and I’m jet lagged Unh, shoppin’ in Japan, we don’t price check Unh, see me for Chanel Dior sungla** Unh, leather quicksand Bugatti sandman Ah, don’t bother me, I’m wakin’ up from a Xan Take two girls, make ’em best friends This T-Raww, like let’s get acquainted She makes The Shade Room, she think she famous Ah, tattoos on her body, c**aine is a hobby, don’t Be so [?] n***as, record and watch it And sell it, make a profit, tryna slow up the progress Light up and burn let it process I yes, interior chopped, the turbans, swervin’ Medallion diamond iced the serpent, sir, yes Paid checks, cash advance (cash advance) Rubs hands, but no Birdman [Chorus] OK, my boujee b**h all she want is Hermès And my college b**h need a new apartment Make ’em both cum together, said it’s all in (Boss n***a alive) Hello b**h, I’m ballin’ Boujee b**h all she want is Hermès And my college chick need a new apartment Make ’em both cum together, said it’s all in (Boss n***a alive) Hello b**h, I’m ballin’ [Bridge: Spoken] When I heard they got a motherf**ing car that’s a million dollars (Un huh) I want it You know what the people at the place called me? The Barrack Obama of Bugatti [Verse 2] Ha, John Gotti, big body Desert Eagle, b**h pop it New Bugatti, I’m the topic No mileage, just got it Cocaine, glove compartment Keep her high, she always want it Green eyes, she from the tropic Ride or die, keep the pistol polish I ain’t the hottest, n***a stop it I ain’t the hottest, n***a stop it Rings on me since playing Sonic Had rings on since playing Sonic I’m the topic I’m the topic New connect, meet the buyer I don’t need a scale, I can eyeball it Kiss the ring, I’m the godfather Corleone, you ain’t see it coming I f** her friend, cause these hoes is horny Forty Glock, hunnit thousand on me Play for keeps, I don’t ever bargain I’m the profit I’m the profit Double up into triple profit In the mid-west, young Scottie Beam me up in a jet, Roger Red b**h into red leather She clawing on me, that’s Red Lobster Head first, then we talk about it Told the b**h that’s law and order Head shawty, head bussa I’m the hottest, who f**in’ want it I’m the topic I’m the topic Disagree, n***a stop it My jeans, Saint Laurent it I’m the bomb, real atomic All my dogs, stay barkin’ She wipe her head, Lorena Bobbitt I’m the topic I’m the topic Disagree, n***a stop it I got the juice and the water I got the chips and the salsa (I’m the topic) (Unh, n***a I’m the topic) (Unh, I know your future I’m just being honest) She ‘gon let me poke, she my Pocahontas The cops is crooked (gunshots)