Terintino - I'm Ballin' lyrics

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Terintino - I'm Ballin' lyrics

[Intro] Gang Gambiglo, Terintino Gang, gang, Glo [Hook] I'm ballin', I'm ballin' Steady counting blue faces hundreds Always worried 'bout the next man, that's why yo a** ain't getting no money Forgis crawling, they crawling Now this b**h on me she stalking, she stalking I'm ballin', I'm ballin' [Verse 1] I just f**ed her best friend yesterday, that p**y was no name I be flexing, I be stunting, bankrolls on me, it ain't nothing Let a n***a try anything, we gon' get this b**h bussing I'ma crazy mothaf**a, k** your sister and your brother f** with Glo Gang b**h, I got shooters up in Russia I got n***as on the roof with red beams ready to blast ya Let 'em run from these hollow tips, situation gon' get worse Flame this blunt up, don't want that cig if it don't leave no odor I don't want your b**h, I just wanna f** tonight to bend her over She say I like the colored lights up in your crib, can I come over I keep rolling all this marijuana, yeah b**h I'ma stoner Steady pulling up in different whips, hell nah this ain't no loaner [Hook] I'm ballin', I'm ballin' Steady counting blue faces hundreds Always worried 'bout the next man, that's why yo a** ain't getting no money Forgis crawling, they crawling Now this b**h on me she stalking, she stalking I'm ballin', I'm ballin' [Verse 2] Tadoe with Juice just came up in the stu, you know they toting llama Riding through your block flexing with my wrist like Obama Smith & Wesson 40 on my hip, let a n***a try it The red beam gon' (?) at this mothaf**a around and split your (?) If my pack ain't land in time, man your finger to your family I got Glocks, FNs and Nines, hope the feds don't get up on me Tadoe just walked in the j**elry store, spend 30 K on a Rollie VVS on my Johnny Dang chain, you sh** look blurry I make one phone call, Ballout pull up with the ratchet Heard this n***a was sneak dissing, called his a** up in traffic Keep on reaching for yo waist boy, I know you ain't got yo ratchet 'Bout to cop a AMG GLE 450 And when I wanna be lowkey, I just scratch off in that Hemi Can't give a b**h a penny, for Blood pour a fifth of Henny Big C's for Cap, yeah you know they took my n***a I do anything to get him back, we gon' be chilling