U Ballin' Lyrics - Mike Jones

You balling, if you got Sprewell rims and they crawling 

If you got four five, Clarions balling 

You hit the club on dubs and your name 

They be calling, calling, calling, calling 

You balling, if you push a candy color with butter on cutters 

You got a flock of girls and they all know each other 

With the command of your voice, they all 

Become lovers, lovers, lovers, lovers 

I can catch boppers like Paul Wall with the wood out my grill 

I can do a girl wrong and she gon' be by me still 

I can get caught cheating on my feet, maybe she will 

Never leave, 'cause I be spitting my game so real 

I'm Mike Jones, Mike Jones, Jones 

That's been a baller, before I even grabbed a microphone 

Swishahouse, Swishablast no more minimum wage 

Independently paid, living lovely and laid 

I never ever cheap talk, 'cause I got a platinum grill 

I changed the game over with Sprewells on my fifth wheel 

My album 'Who Is Mike Jones', coming soon 

My album 'Who Is Mike Jones', coming soon 

Already, I pull up on Perellis with wood leather and grape jelly 

T.V.'s falling down, watching DMX in Belly 

Swishahouse Swishablast, we come first not last 

Police pull me over, so they could play my Dream cast 

And my XBox, I got stubborn rims 

They keep going, even when I say stop 

Mike Jones in your ear, they gave me MVP 

And this is just rookie year 

Is a baller baby, shot caller baby 

In the Lex having sex, twenties crawling baby 

I stay balling, T.V.'s stay falling, 23's stay crawling 

I'm the definition of balling playboy 

You balling, if you got Sprewell rims and they crawling 

If you got four five, Clarions balling 

You hit the club on dubs and your name 

They be calling, calling, calling, calling