Lirik Lagu A Boogie Wit da Hoodie - Ballin

Merdeka.com - (Wheezy outta here)

I'm ballin'

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm ballin' like LeBron son (Yeah)

Heartless with a star knife

Oh, baby, just install this on me (On me)

Got features like RiRi

And this water on my wrist (Yeah)

Like Figi (Hm), I'm ballin' (Ballin')

Drop thirty on my fit (Ballin')

Yeah, don't worry, I won't miss you

Got my hoodie on like Melo in the garden

Got my money up

I'm ballin' like LeBron son (Yeah)

They want me to lose my breath (Hm)

So, I got to watch my step (Hm)

Two thirtys on my hip (Hm)

I call 'em Steph and Seth (Mm-hm)

Richy-rich my wrist (Mm-hm)

Call Teki to whip my drip (Mm-hm)

Chrome heart on my chest, I'm ballin' (Yeah, woo)

Look, I feel like the last one left (Mm-hm)

I put the, "X" in, "Flex" (Mm-hm)

I'm shootin' with my left like Harden (Like Harden)

So much water on my wrist, it make my arm numb (Arm numb)

All this money, bitch, I'm ballin' like LeBron son

Yeah, and you can tell by the way I dress Louis V' my garments (V' my garments)

So much fly shit, I can take you shoppin' in my closet (Closet, yeah)

And, nowadays, most of these artists sound like Artist (Sound like me)

Yeah, trust me, they can't call the way I'm ballin'

LeBron son (Yeah)

Heartless with a star knife

Oh, baby, just install this on me (On me)

Got features like RiRi

And this water on my wrist (My wrist, yeah)

Like Figi (Hm), I'm ballin' (Ballin')

Drop thirty on my fit (Ballin')

Yeah, don't worry, I won't miss you

Look, ballin', ballin' (Yeah)

Ballin'

Nigga known to leave for me, the opps wanna leave me

I don't get left, I do the leavin'

A .30 on me 'cause I know that they talkin' on me behind my back

But, it ain't shit when they see me

R.I.P Beatsy

Nowadays, I don't even be sleep

Drink champagne everyday like a week

And a lot of models, I be takin' it easy

Model after model, I know you see me

Go bottle after bottle, like the genie

Shakin' at the bottle like it's graffiti

I'm never cappin', I pulled up with a beanie

True style, livin' life like The Beatles

Balmain, she don't like True Religions

Don't judge me, I'm not too religious

Rockin' Mikes, used to be [?]

They don't even know about [?]

Rest in peace, my nigga, Quado, and Beasty

Twenty-four and I'm doubled up, luxury

[?] paid in full, don't call me luggy

Try showin' love, they didn't fuck with me

Now, I'm goin' up, [?] with the fuckery

Doin' irregular shit, we ain't regular

Bitches only wanna fuck for my revenue

I'm ballin' like LeBron son (Yeah)

Heartless with a star knife

Oh, baby, just install this on me (On me)

Got features like RiRi

And this water on my wrist (My wrist, yeah)

Like Figi (Hm), I'm ballin' (Ballin')

Drop thirty on my fit (Ballin')

Yeah, don't worry, I won't miss you

Look, ballin', ballin' (Yeah)

Ballin' (mdk/dea)