Swaun Blaze - Ballin'

It's time to head to the dance floor
Do ya dance, do ya dance
We ain't gone waste a lot of time on this one
We gone get right into it
Saucy
I'm whippin' to the club got no gas in my truck
But shit I hops out and guess what I'm straight ballin'
And soon as I steps threw the doe
I'm headed straight to the flo', let'em know I'm straight ballin'
Only got 20 dollars in my pocket
But I'm drinkin' all night and damn right I'm straight ballin'
Might be gone off of Henny or Patron
Don't know how I'm gettin' home, but I know I'm straight ballin'
I'm ballin'
I'm ballin'
Put'em up if you're ballin'
I'm ballin'
I step into the club, fresh like I'm Dougie
I don't never pay a fee, Saucy V.I.P.
And my shoulders, my chest, my shoes, they on
My team intact, about a hundred soldiers strong
And everybody's smellin' like that Cheech and Chong
Walkin' out this mu'afucka shit I'll be gone
And I don't fuck around I leave them fruity drinks alone
I'm sippin' Hennessy straight wit Spydr Loc and Bone
A little tipsy now and I can't see straight
But I'm dancin' on the floor like I'm on Soul Train
Wit a tall drank a water shakin' ass and boy I'm on it
I'm tryin' to feel her thong but the questions keep on comin'
She's asking me
What's that smell you got on?
I tell her that it's Dolce and Gabbana cologne
And she's askin' me
What's that show I seen you on?
Your guess is good as mines, but shake that thang come on
Ballin', Ballin'
Ballin', Ballin'
Ballin', Ballin'
Ballin', Ballin'
Ballin', Ballin'
Ballin', Ballin'
Ballin', Ballin'
Ballin', Ballin'
Ballin', put'em up if you ballin'
Put'em up if ya
So fresh (So fresh)
So clean (So clean)
Wipe me down (Wipe me down)
My nigga please (My nigga please)
Party jumpin' once I steps on the scene
Girl how you fit that ass in them jeans?
Thick and sexy, ass big as Texas
Just the right classiness
Just enough nastiness
Not ashamed to get a little
Freaky, Deaky
And I can satisfy your needs completely
Believe me
So don't get mad if I'm touchin' that
I know that you can feel my dick and girl you lovin' that
And yeah we can take a picture
Post it on your Facebook
You're lookin' sweet as chocolate
I'm thinkin' that you taste good
Thank your Momma for an ass so fat
Girl your sexy, perplexin', I'm imaginin' you naked
Fresh from the rooter to the tooter poppin' collars
The clubs bout to close
What's next I don't know I'm just Ballin'
Ballin', Ballin'
Ballin', Ballin'
Ballin', Ballin'
Ballin', Ballin'
Ballin', Ballin'
Ballin', Ballin'
Ballin', Ballin'
Ballin'
Ballin'
Fresh from the rooter to the tooter poppin' collars
Fresh from the rooter to the tooter poppin' collars
Fresh, fresh from the rooter to the tooter poppin' collars
Fresh from the rooter to the tooter poppin' collars
Fresh from the rooter to the tooter poppin' collars
Fresh, fresh from the rooter to the tooter poppin' collars
Gone, gone off of Henny or Patron
Don't know how I'm gettin' home, but I know I'm straight ballin'
I'm Ballin', Ball, Ball, Ballin'
Ball, Ball, Ball, Ballin'

Written by:
Janteri Pervis

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