Im ballin, we ballin, she ballin, and we ballin
And they foulin, and they callin, and we stylin cause we ballin
We ballin, we ballin, we ballin, we ballin, we ballin
We ballin, we ballin , we ballin , we ballin
Uh-um, Im not a rapper
But you might catch us flyin out to Vegas, to cop a couple acres
But we aint coppin no waiter cause shit Im the waiter
Why? Cause she make me wait for her
Now I adore her and I love it
I tried at the top but cash youre still above it
And if you think you can fold this cash, you may pack up and leave
And Im through talkin, so Imma let the song bleed
Like yeah, like yeah, like yeah
And that felt like I was on the throne
And I took me a shot of Patron
And I called that ho phone and told her get back come
But if she dont
Im ballin, we ballin, she ballin, and we ballin
And they foulin, and they callin, and we stylin cause we ballin
We ballin, we ballin, we ballin, we ballin, we ballin 
We ballin, we ballin , we ballin , we ballin 
She say she fuckin with me
So you know Im fuckin with her back
Like the tag on her shirt but thats crazy
But I dont like the tags on my shirt, yeah
And I be playin around with her like a kidder
But I aint need to kid her, but I fuck with the rock crew
And Im pro so I had to pro kid her, yeah
Now all the boys dig her
And she like, Thug are you kid
And I was like nah, this a mink, not a kid
Aint draw on your car, thats a ribbon
And yeah, I be really freestylin, this wasnt written
Im ballin, we ballin, she ballin, and we ballin
And they foulin, and they callin, and we stylin cause we ballin
We ballin, we ballin, we ballin, we ballin, we ballin
We ballin, we ballin , we ballin , we ballin
Im rollin up them ball bats
2 grams and a Giant, what you call that?
This shit taste like some fresh fruit
Lean back and blow it out the roof
Vanilla seats in the coupe
Windows tinted and its bulletproof
Call them bitches and they comin through
Dont miss your blessin baby, achu
YSL on my shoes
My bitch name Jimmy Choo
Man I swear my religion true
Im tested like I got the flu
Any bitches say that Im the truth
Me and Thug with them foreigns, back to back with the pistols drew