Lil Wayne - Ballin - Текст песни

[Hook - Lil Wayne][x2]
We stay hot on that 504 shit (New Orleans)
Selling iron all the time, and you know this

[Intro - Lil Wayne][x3]
Look back out the garage in the hog
You know that I read gudda inside like the mall

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
The coupe blue like the 'do on Marge
Riding with a bitch prettier than a Debarge
Mommy want a soldier, baby I'm a serge'
You can't have me but we can have a menage (that's 3)
Now rub me wrong and fuck up my massage
And it's flowers for the dead, better get em a corsage
Ey-ya, head nigga in large, and everything I do I San Diego Charge
While you niggas just starve, I'm eating so much Imma fuck around and barf
And red is the color of my scarf, and understand to a giant you're a dwarf
My flow's so off, I'm so sick all I got to do is cough

[Hook][x2]

[Verse 2 - ?]
Bitch I come from the bottom of the mast
New Orleans, Louisiana, we love to pack gats
We love to count stacks, we love to pump back
I love killing the track, me, Wayne, Ronny, and Mac
That's some Hollygrove shit, and Imma bang it in your ear until you get it clear
You heard that? That's my word and I meant that
Don't tempt me, I leave ya bent up in your Bentley
Believe me

[Verse 3 - ?]
Yeah it's Ronny, back in the game
Straight off the block, back in the game
Now run, tell you heard me rapping with Wayne
Run, tell you heard me rapping insane
Yea, I'm off in this bitch, puffing drogas in this bitch
I'm leaning in this bitch, we got freaks in this bitch
We deep in this bitch

[Hook]

[Verse 4 - Mack Maine]
I got a thing for them big trucks
Big fine bitches with good jugs and big butts
5 4 mommies with nice hair and fake tits
That don't get loose off of goose and probably act up
5 7 bitches with bowlegs that [?] big
All they really need is like two pills and 6 blunts
Wake up in the morning and count money and make grits
She don't really know no English so we don't say shit
Wayne said let it rain on them
Mother nature with the paper, doing a Mack Maine on em
Like there go 1000 like swoosh
Like there go 2000 (balling)
Now shake that ass like you can't
Pay your cable bill and you tryna watch the Saints
So the 60 inch Hitachi, living like Liberace
Sporting the latest Versace, shotty and Maserati
Dodging the paparazzi, A C cold like the hunter Nazis
This here a classic like old school Hirachi
Then get your grill cooked like it was Hibachi
Word to cousin Rodney