Ballin' Lyrics - The Real Is Back - Young Jeezy

[Chorus - Young Jeezy] 

You think you balling because you got a block 

He think he balling because he got a block 

You know these hoes came to see me ball 

You know these hoes love to see me ball 

You think you balling because you got a block 

He think he balling because he got a block 

You know these hoes love to see me ball 

You know these hoes came to see me ball 

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[Verse 1 - Young Jeezy] 

Hopped up out the bed, I think my roof gone 

Think I forgot to put my roof on 

Said "Fuck it, buy another car" 

Hopped out the Lamb' 

Said "Fuck it, bought another car" 

I bought the Phantom just to say it's black 

I bought the Phantom just to take a nap 

I'm getting head in the backseat 

I might stop and stand it tall like a athlete 

I'm balling hard, I need a jersey on 

So much bread on me, I can buy a Jersey home 

I'm on them Diddy's, spending 'dirty money' 

I'm on that Jizzle, spending birdie money 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 2 - Young Jeezy] 

Still balling like a motherfucker, tell them that 

Photos 

Three platinum chains to match my platinum plaques 

Ain't got nothing gold but some gold chains 

Say "Jizzle, what's the dough?" 

Move the whole thing 

My celly bumping like a chat line 

He bought a 500, need he, need a halftime 

If your job ain't balling hard, then you need to quit 

You need a A T hard, then you need to split 

Summer's mine, winter too 

I'm popping bottles in the club, that's what winners do 

They claiming bitches, them my old hoes 

They claim they balling in my old flows 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne] 

These hoes call me Tunechi baby 

Niggas think they seeing me, they hallucinating 

Bitch, I'm balling, balling like a motherfucker 

12 gauge, bitch i got a dozen of em 

Nigga broke, acting like they got it though 

I'm with a Spanish bitch, if she aint fucking, adios 

So many cars I'm like eenie meenie minie moe 

So many colours in the diamonds, kaleidoscope 

Last year I made a hundred million dollars flat 

Run in your house, and get to popping at your shower cap 

My homies got them 'firebirds' like Pontiac 

And if them bitches don't sell, we'll buy them back 

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