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Gucci Mane - I Heard Yall Ballin Lyrics

I heard ya’ll ballin
I'm a money getting ni***
At least that's just what I'm known for
You better call on my connect
And ask him what he put me on for
I heard ya niggas ballin'
Then why the f*** you take a loan for
Better get the f*** out East Atlanta
You niggas know you don't belong here
All my niggas smoking strong here
We don't talk reckless on the phone here
A lot of cliques don't get along here
Bricksquad my nig, we rock our own gear
I'm on the crib sitting on my lawn chair
I hope you don't read me wrong
But if I go pull out that tone dear
I bet that you don't make it home
I'm in the trap house with my long johns
And I been trapping all day long
They call me baking soda Armstrong
Before it dry that shit be gone
I'm a money getting ni*** (money getting ni***!)
Atleast that's just what I'm known for (that's just what I'm known for!)
You better call up my connect (my connect!)
And ask him what he put me on for (what he put me on for!)
I heard ya niggas ballin' (ballin!)
Then why the f*** you take a loan for (loan for!)
(You better stay up out of Philly ni***
You know you pussies don't belong here!
Meek Milly!)
Rose gold on my bottom six, half a mil on foreign whips
I'm in the wheel with a foreign bitch
I'm on the bra strap, she on this dick
Just bow down you lame, your diamonds look strange
I'm grinding like Wayne
When he on that skateboard, I'm safe!
Nigga your new girl, my old bitch
My old bitch, your new girl
Young lil rich Philly ni***
Them hoes tell me I'm too thorough
I don't even f*** one on one
Cause when I come, I need two girls
That's down to f*** like all night
Get them bitches that hard pipe
Ridin' with with a ho named Keisha
And we smoking on Keisha
Young ni*** fresh like Easter
Blood dripping on my sneakers
Straight drop I stick that
I sell a brick, I get back
That Molly look like a Tic Tac
And I tell a ho that shit back like Whoa!
I drop a bag on yo' head ni***
And they'll locate yo' ass like OnStar
I ain't have to buy shit ni***
My ni*** Waka got his own car
You on my dick, like you a bitch ni***
Why don't you go and quote yo' own bars
And I don't want to go back to jail ni***
But you gon' make me catch one more charge
I could look and tell you're frail ni***
But you keep on tryna to look hard
Your friends keep asking 'what's the smell ni***?'
That's your motherfucking homeboys
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