Ballin Out Of Control Lyrics - Instructions - Jermaine Dupri

Chiti chiti, bang bang, Don Chi Chi, that's me 

Rollin' with you nigga Nate D 

You know these niggas straight bang, big game D 

Ballin' with the 21st street 

Chiti chiti, bang bang, Don Chi Chi, that's me 

Still makin' tight ass beats, that's right 

I'm rollin' in my brome, I stay sweet 

Ain't nobody ballin' like me 

It goes, mirror mirror on the wall 

Who's the biggest baller of all 

I got a 700, a Bentley and a Magine 

The girls just die when I'm ridin' past 

Live life like I'm sellin' pies 

Arabian with two or three wives 

Two or three houses to hide 

Ten cars parked outside 

And they all got bodies that's wide 

Follow me as the Leer jet flies over Crimson Tides 

Four bedroom duplex in the sky 

Nicknamed Lottery 'cause I don't stop spendin' 

When the wheels stop, the chrome keep spinnin' 

Like the six moon walkin', shit I ain't talkin' 

I'm straight livin' it, it's a wonder I ain't shiverin' 

I'm so frozen and you've been chosen 

To roll with me and Nate D O double G, sing 

It's five o'clock in the mornin' 

I've already downed five, I've already downed five Mo's 

See you around my block on the weekend 

All we do is chase bad, all we do is chase bad hoes 

Ask me, "What we did was crime?" 

If not then I just say no, then I just say no 

Three girls a date, that's my limit 

We ballin' outta control, we ballin' outta control 

Now whether you like me or not, whenever I drop 

You know I give you number one hits, platinum hot 

It's so much clarity in my rocks, I'm thinkin' like 

It's gotta be somebody greater, maybe it's not 

'cause I flow for those who get that dough 

Hits for every chick with a size see tits 

See it's like this, I don't mind wavin' at you kids 

But I can't manage to raise my wrist 

Jewels so heavy, y'all fools ain't ready 

My twenty two shot the streets into confetti 

Move like Andretti, red linin' 

Whatever city I'm in, I'm headlinin' 

At five a.m., I'm still lookin for Mo' 

Still gettin' crunk, still lettin' it flow 

Bar outta Cris', now I'm drinkin' Mo' 

Stomach upset, I feel like I'm about to let it go 

It's five o'clock in the mornin' 

Got my pedal to the flow, got my pedal to the flow 

It's time I test my 600 

Wonder how fast this bitch go, wonder how fast this bitch go 

Three girls and two of 'em sleepin' 

One got her hands on my bow, one got her hands on my bow 

Sun's comin up, we still drinkin' 

We ballin' outta control, really ballin' outta control 

Dance, everybody 

And everybody just clap your hands, let me see y'all 

Dance, everybody 

Everybody just clap your hands, let me see y'all 

Dance, everybody 

And everybody just clap your hands, let me see y'all 

Dance, everybody 

Everybody just clap your hands 

Chiti chiti, bang bang, Don Chi Chi 

Rollin' with you nigga Nate D 

You know these niggas straight bang, big game D 

Ballin' with the 21st street 

Chiti chiti, bang bang, Don Chi Chi 

Still makin' tight ass beats 

I'm rollin' in my brome, I stay sweet 

Ain't nobody ballin' like me