We Ballin - Lyrics - Baby D

(Verse One) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm about to get them dollars D-O-L-L don't forget the A-R And I'm a B-A-L-L on y'all Swerving candy red show stopper Kemp balling in the SS impala In the green four DVD screen 20 inch dubs balling in the club I'm a *** a *** when you see me Come and greet me Baby D beep me We got some freaky deaky We in 'fore the night get sticky player Thats how we do it when we ride through the A-T-L Yeah yeah ya ya ya (ya ya ya) (Chorus) We ballin (x10) (We ballin) (x8) (Verse Two) Now how you talk fresh shorty seven days a week Ride a navi 20 inches with the dvds Go to the club and get in free She started bouncing that *** then come ride with me The iceberg is jay's cartier gold shades Fresh from the barber shop temp fade Money hoes and clothes with five g's to show The oomp camp balling in a tinted black x-4 Here we come in the chevy playing pastor troy we ready Swerving in a sky blue candy painted suburban Straight getting to it they ask me how you do it baby It's in my nature lady (Chorus) (Verse Three) Purple rain got me and my homies drained 600 for an ounce of that Saddam Hussein I grabbed it on a plane down to pick me up Riding shotgun with Baby D blazin' up Jumping out the Lexus truck Signed a few autographs The source gave us four mics and a paragraph Damn it feels good to be home Ain't nothing like riding on dubs and chrome Player we home the oomp camp done got strong All my *** shining while these player haters dying in their heart Shaquita getting busted catch a charge And my cristal ain't cold And I got no weed to roll (Chorus)