Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bruce Ballin
Songwriter
TONY BROWN JR
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MafiaJitt
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah, Ballin'
Mafiajitt nigga, won't stop my shit nigga, yeah
Came from nothing to something
I was down bad and broke
Now these bitches trying to jump on my dick
Finally up dropping back to back hits went from sleeping in ditch to pop bottles in VIP
Opp niggas bluffin' like they want some pressure with us
So when I'm out I'm toting that blick
Niggas be broke and they mad that we rich
Kick my foot through the door it's my time to get lit
From nothing to something
I was down bad and broke now these bitches trying to jump on my dick
Finally up dropping back to back hits went from sleeping in ditch to pop bottles in VIP
Opp niggas bluffin' like they want some pressure with us
So when I'm out I'm toting that blick
Niggas be broke and they mad that we rich
Kick my foot through the door it's my time to get lit
I know they ain't want me when I was just crummy
Down bad in the trenches tryna find me a lick
Ain't no nigga front me ain't give me no money
So when I get up I ain't givin' you shit
They say I'm actin' funny cause I got some money
I told em' its nothing a nigga been lit
And I can't go back to no hoe that I had in the past
Cause you know these bitches ain't shit
Nah I cant rock all this ice on my wrist
Nah I can't ride in that whip with no tint
He said he trappin' that nigga know he ain't sold shit
We got that white make your muhfuckin' nose itch
I told that nigga to stay out the mix
He ain't listen he hopped in that field and they blitzed
Lovin' the hoe you gone die about a bitch
That boy talk to the feds so they call him a snitch
(On my mama imma get us out the mud nigga!)
We got that shit come and get it
They tried to fish in that whip we gone flip it 7.62's spin his ass like a fidget
His bitch on my dick cause she like how I'm livin
He tried to steal from the gang get his throat slit
No i can't tolerate niggas on broke shit
How the fuck you a artist but you ain't got no hits (Uh)
Watch me switch up the flow on be on some slow shit
His bitch a waitress might give her a tip
You ain't really gang so stop claimin' that shit (Uh)
Ran up the racks
I keep it together got my foot on they necks yeah they know it's whatever
I walk in the club and I'm changing the weather (Uh)
I been chasin' that bag had to get the racks in
Broke ass nigga still shopping at Pacsun
Walk down on the opps then yo block we gone spin (Uh)
Ballin' hard young nigga on ESPN
Broke my wrist when I jumped out the gym
Down bad in the trap let the story begin
Came from nothing to something
I was down bad and broke
Now these bitches trying to jump on my dick
Finally up dropping back to back hits went from sleeping in ditch to pop bottles in VIP
Opp niggas bluffin' like they want some pressure with us so
When I'm out I'm toting that blick
Niggas be broke and they mad that we rich
Kick my foot through the door it's my time to get lit
From nothing to something
I was down bad and broke now these bitches trying to jump on my dick
Finally up dropping back to back hits went from sleeping in ditch to pop bottles in VIP
Opp niggas bluffin' like they want some pressure with us
So when I'm out I'm toting that blick
Niggas be broke and they mad that we rich
Kick my foot through the door it's my time to get lit
Writer(s): Bruce Ballin
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