Young n Balling Lyrics
Me Never F' around with these toy ballers
Illy still getting it, pistol setting it
Step into the club with the swag of a chief executive
Consecutive
Put the ball in the fucking net
Trophy after Trophy, Never ball softly
Louder than 'em gunshots, Chicks in them Bumshots
Blowing Kisses, love the boy to pieces
Move like a school of fishes
Me and my boys balling Power circles
Smoke cigars with owners, we young C.E.O's
I start with a chilly bottle of Ace in my lеft hand
Whip up a thousand dollar bills in my other hand
Shut the bar down no more drinks tonight
Flеxin', swerving from my left to right
Young and getting it, Young and balling
Young and getting it, Young and balling
If you know that you're young and balling let me see you stand up
Pop something in the air
If you know that you're young and balling let me see you stand up
Pop something in the air
Look at all the money that we bringing in
The magaratti roofs that we pull up in
Molly, cool colour kicks with the camo pants
White T's, Gold chain so fucking simple
Derby carts fully loaded, All black numb
And they stow the boy, oh them dumb
Arrogant from my head to my timberlands
Money rubber bands, plenty on my hands
Rap vision of illu-melu
Still getting Revenue, still milli tied till my last breathe
Whether you love me or hate me, i no send
Hiss, you still hating from a distance
Young and getting it, Young and balling
Young and getting it, Young and balling
If you know that you're young and balling let me see you stand up
Pop something in the air
If you know that you're young and balling let me see you stand up
Pop something in the air
Young and getting it, Young and balling
Young and getting it, Young and balling
If you know that you're young and balling let me see you stand up
Pop something in the air
If you know that you're young and balling let me see you stand up
Pop something in the air