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letra de ballin - chris brown

“ballin”
(with tyga)
(feat. kevin mccall)

[chorus: k-mac]
ballin like a b-tch, you can’t tell me nothin’
cause i’m ballin like b-tch
(uh-uh-huh) filthy -ss rich
swimming in this money
cause i’m ballin’ like a – ballin’ like a
ballin’ like b-tch, b-b-ballin’ like b-tch, (uh-uh-huh)
filthy -ss rich, swimming in this money
cause i’m ballin’ like a – b-ballin’ like a

[verse 1: chris brown]
look, bbc hat clean diamond snap hook
take a picture with it, like it’s my last look
gold mac book, cost $100, 000 g’s
i don’t f-ck with rats, i throw away the cheese
i’m ballin’ baby, you see this n-gg- shine
i’m running sh-t (cb laughs) finish line
k-mac cook that beat, i eat like it’s dinner time
awards show gimme mine, loud and clear (intercom)
listen up, i show you how to stunt
pocket full of money, you should see what’s in the trunk
that b-ss got that bump, that sh-t that make you jump
ballin’ like i’m b-tch, throw it up, slam dunk
v-neck like a quedo, rollin’ dice in the casino
three bad chicks rollin’ trips (cee-lo)
what’s done is done, ain’t no coming back
i’m ballin’ like a b-tch, roger that, it’s breezy baby

[chorus: k-mac]
ballin like a b-tch, you can’t tell me nothin’
cause i’m ballin like b-tch (uh-uh-huh) filthy -ss rich
swimming in this money cause i’m ballin’ like a, b-ballin’ like a.
i’m ballin’ like a b-tch, ballin’ like a b-tch
b-b-b-ballin’ like a b-tch, watch me do my sh-t
cause i’m ballin’ like a b-tch, ballin’ like a b-tch, ballin’ like a b-tch, watch me take your sh-t.

[verse 2: tyga]
uh, snap back, n-gg- back up in this b-tch
throwing by the $100’s watchin’ strippers do the splits
go on hit that flex, i ain’t trippin’ on the b-tches
probably, 1 out of a 10 in california, i ain’t hit
b-tch, i’m raw smell that sh-t,
hold your jaw up in your lips
get a silly straw, have a sip [laughs]
mo’f-ckin’ tyga, she ain’t met me, then she lying
i pull that rocker out n-gg-, david and goliath
melt your f-ckin’ face boy, like that n-gg- on the wire
them n-gg-s washed up need a dryer, dry ’em
free my brother weezy, now we back up on your tv,
i’m rollin’ at 250 speedin’ me my n-gg- breezy
right behind me, range-rove, t-real ?
bunch a bad b-tches tongue tied and b-tches what it do?
it’s young money till the death bed
if anything, we the best ? and it’s probably… this

[chorus: k-mac]
ballin like a b-tch, you can’t tell me nothin’
cause i’m ballin like b-tch (uh-uh-huh) filthy -ss rich
swimming in this money cause i’m ballin’ like a, b-ballin’ like a

[hook: chris brown]
i’m ballin’ like a b-tch, ballin’ like a b-tch
b-b-b-ballin’ like a b-tch, watch me do my sh-t
cause i’m ballin’ like a b-tch, ballin’ like a b-tch,
ballin’ like a b-tch, watch me take your sh-t.

[beat fades]

- chris brown

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