Ice on my wrist, I'm ballin' man Hoes on my dick, I'm ballin' man Cases of Crystal, I'm ballin' man Shoes of crocodile, I'm ballin' man House on the
Traduction: Drame. Je suis l'homme Ballin '.
I'm ballin' man Hoes on my dick, I'm ballin' man Cases of Crystile, I'm ballin' man Shoes of crocodile, I'm ballin' man House on the lake, I'm ballin'
ballin' enough to not give a fuck, And I'm, old enough, to know better, But young enough to not give a fuck D-d-d-d-dammit man, I'm in a throwback so
Wale:] Wale, I kick it, I kick it like Olindo I wear my Nike boots in Gucci I don't wear no Timbo I kick it any tempo I'm lifted off the indo I'm poppin
beefing I read these bitch niggas like braile I'm a soldier, and I'm united by the cash Feeling to move on because I've been indicted by the tash But I
a plate So don't worry I be coming to your house real late Meanwhile I'm a soldier in the battlefield I'm on a mission trying to get it, I'ma make a mill
left, this is the pits Man, being broke sucks (I?m tellin you) Dude, being broke sucks (I?m puttin all these quarters together) It really does man. I?m
mysteriously missin Although I'm worldwide, baby I ain't hard to find Why I spend most of my time on California crime Watching for thievin I'm cautious
thought I would be here, First n foremost I'd like da thank god... For making me special! You know niggas wanna kill me I stay in drama Ah say uh prayer
I just want the paper I just want the paper I just want the paper I just want the paper [Verse: 8Ball] M.E.M.P.H.I.S Imma rep this hurr til I walk
I'm movin' yo' spot off And I don't reach, stoppin' yo' plans, fucking yo' plot off I go hard and I don't sheave and I'm not off And livin' on the edge
I Just Want The Paper, I Just Want The Paper, I Just Want The Paper [Verse 1: 8ball] M-E-M-P-H-I-S I'mma Rep This Here 'Till I Walk Up On Death My
balls, that's why when I spit, your clique stalls I'ma pit bull, I'm just dog, I'm just raw (what?) Split y'all, holla, "It's on!" Then I diss y'all All
me but I'm passin gas To my entourage, no gas masks I'm in my old school, with the Georgia tag With my Georgia ass and my red flag I'm g'd up from the
artists with nothin' to say. I'm a give it Wish due my street dues. Just stay cool. I know I got you when I need to pop you'll let loose. And you don'
First let me explain that I'm just a black man and I come from the darkside, so I'm having a hard time staying on track man my mind be racing, and I don
