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  • J Cole – BRACKETS lyrics

    [Intro: Richard Pryor]
    Lotta shit happens, like, being in show business
    A lot of shit happens, like, like, I make a lot of money, you know
    And I’m really happy about it
    And I’m not bragging, I just wanna say something
    I make a so—fuck, it’s ridiculous
    But wait, wait a minute, wait a minute
    Hey, if my father was alive today, I would go home and say
    “Dad, I wanna tell you how much money I made”
    You know what he’d say? “You’s a lying motherfucker
    Joe Louis didn’t make that much money
    Come in here, get your ass out the house
    Coming here with that bullshit,” hah

    [Verse 1]
    Niggas hating on me, I ain’t used to that
    Know a couple people wanna shoot for that
    I say “No, no, no, chill, it ain’t no need for that”
    Them niggas tryna blow and ain’t need me for that
    And if it work for them, well shit, I’m cool with that
    ‘Cause how they feel, I ain’t got shit to do with that
    I just sit back on cool and watch my paper stack
    And trip off how much bread them crackers take from that

    [Chorus]
    (Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    (Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    (Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    (Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

    [Bridge]
    It’s been a long time since I have felt this way
    About something but now, but now
    I’m controlling my mind, the days are warm
    The nights are cold, the lost is found, I’m found
    Lord knows I need something to fill this void
    Lord knows I need something to fill this void
    Lord knows I need something to fill this void
    Lord knows I need something to fill this void

    [Interlude]
    Hell yeah boy, I’m a goddamn millionaire now
    Hell yeah, nigga, they can’t tell me shit now, bro, hell no, fuck that
    Bitch, got my first motherfuckin’ million dollar check nigga
    I’m goddamn lit boy, you crazy as hell
    Hold up, it’s my phone real quick, it’s my Unc’
    Uncle Sam and shit
    “What’s up Unc’? Yup. Hey, I told you that check was coming in, I gotchu when it came in. Goddamn, I’m a man of my word. Goddamn, I told you I’ma have it, and goddamn, I’ma have it for you. Hell, shit, damn right. Now, how much was it though? Uh huh. Huh? Half? Half nigga? You crazy, boy, you crazy. Bitch, you crazy as fuck. Bitch, bitch, you better suck half my dick!

    [Verse 2]
    Yeah, I pay taxes, so much taxes, shit don’t make sense
    Where do my dollars go? You see lately, I ain’t been convinced
    I guess they say my dollars supposed to build roads and schools
    But my niggas barely graduate, they ain’t got the tools
    Maybe ’cause the tax dollars that I make sure I send
    Get spent hirin’ some teachers that don’t look like them
    And the curriculum be tricking them, them dollars I spend
    Got us learning about the heroes with the whitest of skin
    One thing about the men that’s controlling the pen
    That write history, they always seem to white-out they sins
    Maybe we’ll never see a black man in the White House again
    I’ll write a check to the IRS, my pockets get slim
    Damn, do I even have a say ’bout where it’s goin’?
    Some older nigga told me to start votin’
    I said “Democracy is too fuckin’ slow”
    If I’m givin’ y’all this hard-earned bread, I wanna know
    Better yet, let me decide, bitch, it’s 2018
    Let me pick the things I’m funding from an app on my screen
    Better that than letting wack congressman I’ve never seen
    Dictate where my money go, straight into the palms of some Money-hungry company that make guns that circulate the country And then wind up in my hood, making bloody clothes
    Stray bullet hit a young boy with a snotty nose
    From the concrete, he was prolly rose
    Now his body froze and nobody knows what to tell his mother
    He did good at the white man schools unlike his brother
    Who was lost in the streets all day, not using rubbers
    So right now, he got two on the way
    Still sleep on covers in his mama house
    She can’t take this shit no more, she want him out
    On the morning of the funeral, just as she’s walking out
    Wiping tears away, grabbing her keys and sunglasses
    She remember that she gotta file her taxes, damn

    [Chorus]
    (Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    (Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    (Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    (Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)


  • Jazz Cartier – Right Now (feat. Ktoe)

    [Intro]
    This is a KTOE beat

    [Chorus: KTOE & JAZZ]
    Right now, I just (I just)
    Want you (want you), right now (right now)
    Right now, I just (I just)
    Want you, right now
    Right now, I just (I just)
    Want you (want you), right now (right now)
    Right now, I just (I just)
    Want you, right now

    [Verse 1: Jazz Cartier]
    Nize it, pipe down
    I’m shinin’, no lighthouse
    You last week, I’m right now
    I’m up late, no night owl (no)
    My shawty, she naughty (she naughty)
    I put her on timeout (sit)
    Go OT, she fly out (she fly to me)
    She DC, no White House
    I walk in, she lie down
    I Gucci’d my lifestyle
    I’m on road, no hideout
    In High Park is my house
    The Lambo raise eyebrows
    Do donuts, don’t wipe out
    I need you right now
    No dress, no nightgown (yeah)

    [Chorus: KTOE & JAZZ]
    Right now, I just (I just)
    Want you (want you), right now (right now)
    Right now, I just (I just)
    Want you, right now
    Right now, I just (I just)
    Want you (want you), right now (right now)
    Right now, I just (I just)
    Want you, right now

    [Verse 2: Jazz Cartier]
    I’m up now, just face it (yeah)
    I’m joggin’, you racin’ (joggin’)
    You testin’ my patience
    Just send me location (aw, yeah)
    Got a Pisces, she the nicest (she the nicest)
    And I only get to see her when the night shift (on the night shift)
    My wrist too hot, I iced it (I iced it out)
    Can’t knock if you ain’t tried it’
    Cameras flash (flash)
    See what you can catch
    She lookin’ back, we ain’t livin’ in the past
    Somebody turn these lights (down)
    Take control and bite (down)
    She ain’t playin’ nice
    ‘Cause she need me like right now

    [Chorus: KTOE & JAZZ]
    Right now, I just (I just)
    Want you (want you), right now (right now)
    Right now, I just (I just)
    Want you, right now
    Right now, I just (I just)
    Want you (want you), right now (right now)
    Right now, I just (I just)
    Want you, right now
    Right now, I just (I just)
    Want you (want you), right now (right now)
    Right now, I just (I just)
    Want you, right now
    Right now, I just (I just)
    Want you (want you), right now (right now)
    Right now, I just (I just)
    Want you, right now


  • Jazz Cartier – Right Now Lyrics

    [Intro]
    This is a KTOE beat

    [Chorus: KTOE & JAZZ]
    Right now, I just (I just)
    Want you (want you), right now (right now)
    Right now, I just (I just)
    Want you, right now
    Right now, I just (I just)
    Want you (want you), right now (right now)
    Right now, I just (I just)
    Want you, right now

    [Verse 1: Jazz Cartier]
    Nize it, pipe down
    I’m shinin’, no lighthouse
    You last week, I’m right now
    I’m up late, no night owl (no)
    My shawty, she naughty (she naughty)
    I put her on timeout (sit)
    Go OT, she fly out (she fly to me)
    She DC, no White House
    I walk in, she lie down
    I Gucci’d my lifestyle
    I’m on road, no hideout
    In High Park is my house
    The Lambo raise eyebrows
    Do donuts, don’t wipe out
    I need you right now
    No judge, no nightgown (yeah)

    [Chorus: KTOE & JAZZ]
    Right now, I just (I just)
    Want you (want you), right now (right now)
    Right now, I just (I just)
    Want you, right now
    Right now, I just (I just)
    Want you (want you), right now (right now)
    Right now, I just (I just)
    Want you, right now

    [Verse 2: Jazz Cartier]
    I’m up now, just face it (yeah)
    I’m joggin’, you racin’ (joggin’)
    You testin’ my patience
    Just send me location (aw, yeah)
    Got a Pisces, she the nicest (she the nicest)
    And I only get to see her when the night shift (on the night shift)
    My wrist too hot, I iced it (I iced it out)
    Can’t knock if you ain’t tried it’
    Cameras flash (flash)
    See what you can catch
    She lookin’ back, we ain’t livin’ in the past
    Somebody turn these lights (down)
    Take control and bite (down)
    She ain’t playin’ nice
    ‘Cause she need me like right now

    [Chorus: KTOE & JAZZ]
    Right now, I just (I just)
    Want you (want you), right now (right now)
    Right now, I just (I just)
    Want you, right now
    Right now, I just (I just)
    Want you (want you), right now (right now)
    Right now, I just (I just)
    Want you, right now
    Right now, I just (I just)
    Want you (want you), right now (right now)
    Right now, I just (I just)
    Want you, right now
    Right now, I just (I just)
    Want you (want you), right now (right now)
    Right now, I just (I just)
    Want you, right now


  • Stalley – Holy Quran

    [Intro]
    (Swiff D)
    Holy Quran
    Holy Quran
    Holy Quran
    Holy Quran

    [Chorus]
    They want me to change but some things just can’t be rewritten
    God of gods, light of light, they all true and living
    Authentic like this book I hold in palm
    With mercy, embrace all things, (through this) Holy Quran
    Ho-Holy Quran
    Holy Quran
    Holy Quran
    Ho-Holy Quran

    [Verse 1]
    They want me to change, want me in reins
    Locked up in cage, head full of rage
    It’s insane, the percentage of my niggas that’s gone
    And all my niggas that’s home, hold your head and stay strong
    What’s hatnin’ in the White House got my black thoughts runnin’
    Deeply rooted in this evil, I’m tryna crop out somethin’
    And plant these good seeds of mine, hope they see the signs
    Why my people dyin’ on Vine, swear that Facebook live
    Desensitized by murder, murder, bloody murder
    Likes and retweets don’t help in hands, just all observers
    Hype converters, wave surfers, they don’t serve no purpose
    Government at the service, God save us, we out here livin’ worthless

    [Chorus]
    They want me to change but some things just can’t be rewritten
    God of gods, light of light, they all true and living
    Authentic like this book I hold in palm
    With mercy, embrace all things, (through this) Holy Quran
    Ho-Holy Quran
    Holy Quran
    Holy Quran
    Ho-Holy Quran

    [Verse 2]
    They tryna crucify me for my originality
    They say a man’s worth depends on salary
    But what’s money but selfish ways and no one’s proud of me
    The ugly truth, got fat pockets and high calories
    A gluttonous approach, with a selfish mentality
    The wicked ways of sin, I be fightin’ all these Jinns
    Fake friends, backstabbers, they be knifin’ at my skin
    I rose from the ghetto without a thorn in my stem
    I’m written and unbothered, completely who I’m ‘posed to be
    Comfortable in my own skin, even if no one notice me
    But notably, I’m known as King, someone who control this dream
    And broke free of every iron hand that had a hold on me

    [Chorus]
    They want me to change but some things just can’t be rewritten
    God of gods, light of light, they all true and living
    Authentic like this book I hold in palm
    With mercy, embrace all things, (through this) Holy Quran
    Ho-Holy Quran
    Holy Quran
    Holy Quran
    Ho-Holy Quran


  • GoldLink – Pray Everyday (Survivor’s Guilt)

    [Hook]
    Pray everyday, say your grace nigga
    Keep the haters, keep the demons ‘way, fam
    Pray everyday, say your grace nigga
    Keep the haters, keep the demons ‘way, fam

    [Verse 1]
    Hold my black nina in the sky shoot it high
    Maybe hit an angel watch it fall down, fam
    Free the whole posse, free the guys
    All my life been addicted to the pussy that’s my vice, yeah
    Drinkin’ drinkin’ drinkin’ all my problems
    I don’t need nobody, I just need my bottle that’s for certain
    Put the pussy on the pedestal
    I don’t got no industry friends, cause I’m rude
    So I told myself

    [Hook]
    Pray everyday, say your grace nigga
    Keep the haters, keep the demons ‘way, fam
    Pray everyday, say your grace nigga
    Keep the haters, keep the demons ‘way, fam
    Pray everyday, say your grace nigga
    Keep the haters, keep the demons ‘way, fam
    Pray everyday, say your grace nigga
    Keep the haters, keep the demons ‘way, fam

    [Verse 2]
    Momma pray everyday, head straight
    Kept my head right, round my whole state
    You know you gon’ have to keep a bad bitch
    You know that the younger niggas look at you
    Ride with a nigga, yeah they feel you
    Cactus for my Citron, know I had to
    But the music business think that you gon’ take our chance nigga
    Pass Kanye, and be the man, cool
    DC, yeah you know they fucking proud of you
    Wilding out, shout out Luciano, yeah we’re fine now
    Out this motherfucking, prolly be up in the White House
    White bitch talking ’bout she love her niggas blacked out
    From the north than begin the south
    Went to Penthouse suite from sleeping up on momma couch on momma house
    And momma gave him momma slave and now her son is getting paid
    And papa was a rolling stone now his son on Rolling Stone
    And all I said was shit

    [Hook]
    Pray everyday, say your grace nigga
    Keep the haters, keep the demons ‘way, fam
    Pray everyday, say your grace nigga
    Keep the haters, keep the demons ‘way, fam
    Pray everyday, say your grace nigga
    Keep the haters, keep the demons ‘way, fam
    Pray everyday, say your grace nigga
    Keep the haters, keep the demons ‘way, fam
    Pray everyday, say your grace nigga
    Keep the haters, keep the demons, keep the haters
    Keep ’em, keep ’em

    [Outro]
    Lord I pray for wealth and power over all these motherfuckers
    For the DMV to reign for many moons
    Fuck these rappers. Fuck these labels
    Fuck these bitches. Fuck these bitches, you hear me
    They killed my nigga and I pray for revenge
    Control me and use me the way you would allow me to
    Amen


  • Sheryl Crow – Steve Mcqueen

    Well I went to bed in Memphis
    And I woke up in Hollywood
    I got a quarter in my pocket
    And I’d call you if I could
    But I don’t know why
    I gotta fly
    I want to rock and roll this party
    I still want to have some fun
    I want to leave you feeling breathless
    Show you how the west was won
    But I gotta fly
    I gotta fly
    Like Steve McQueen
    All I need’s a fast machine
    And I’m gonna make it all right
    Like Steve McQueen
    Underneath your radar screen
    You’ll never catch me tonight
    I ain’t takin’ shit off no one
    Baby that was yesterday
    I’m an all American rebel
    Making my big getaway
    Yeah you know it’s time
    I gotta fly
    Like Steve McQueen
    All I need’s a fast machine
    And I’m gonna make it all right
    Like Steve McQueen
    Underneath your radar screen
    You’ll never catch me tonight
    Like Steve McQueen
    Like Steve McQueen
    We got rock stars in the White House
    All our pop stars look like porn
    All my heroes hit the highway
    They don’t hang out here no more
    You can try me on my cell phone
    You can page me all night long
    But you won’t catch this free bird
    I’ll already be long gone
    Like Steve McQueen
    All we need’s a fast machine
    And we’re gonna make it all right
    Like Steve McQueen
    Underneath your radar screen
    You’ll never catch us tonight
    Like Steve McQueen
    All we need’s a fast machine
    And we’re gonna make it all right
    Like Steve McQueen
    Underneath your radar screen
    You’ll never catch me tonight


  • Alan Grattan – There’s A New Tenant lyrics

    There’s a new tenant in town
    In that White House on Pennsylvania Ave
    After much debate the landlord said
    You can stay, for four
    Take good care of “The property”
    And maybe you can stay four more

    At the end of the day what will people say
    About the state of the flag
    Does it fly bright and proud all
    Red, white and blue
    Or is it tattered and worn from the storm
    Time will tell it all to you

    There’s a new tenant in town
    In that White House on Pennsylvania Ave
    The landlord has dealt with all sorts before
    The good, the bad, and … well
    Some stayed for four, some stayed for more
    And others didn’t stay so long

    At the end of the day what will people say
    About the state of the flag
    Does it fly bright and proud all
    Red, white and blue
    Or is it tattered and worn from the storm
    Time will tell it all to you

    There’s a new tenant in town
    In that White House on Pennsylvania Ave
    No one knows, everyone cares
    And only time will tell
    If the landlord was right, or
    Wrong

    At the end of the day what will people say
    About the state of the flag
    Does it fly bright and proud all
    Red, white and blue
    Or is it tattered and worn from the storm
    Time will tell it all to you
    Yes time will tell it all to you


  • Jeezy – Going Crazy

    Heard that new Jizzle, boy he going crazy
    Dropped some new s**t got them going crazy
    Dropped it in the spot and they was going crazy
    Brought it back from the top and they was going crazy
    Real ni**as at the spot and they was going crazy
    Real ni**as bang up top you know we going crazy
    Young Jizzle from the block you know he going crazy
    When they play this at the spot you know they going crazy

    Said I’m just that ni**a, I’m just that ni**a
    And this is me talking, it ain’t the liquor
    Diamonds in my damn chain, I’m going crazy
    I talk to your bi**h like a politician
    Told her give me brain, take me
    You know that you’re the one try some new things
    You know she ate it up just like a cutter board
    I’m counting old paper, call it dinosaur
    Gotta….then gotta….to Fresno
    Said she like the taste, she drinking light Prosecco
    I’m killing with the field I’m Charlie Manson
    Exactly what you want, I’m strapped and handsome

    Montana from the block got em going crazy
    My youngings slanging white like it’s still the 80’s
    You claim that you the realest when your watch fugazy
    Show me whose your jeweler man, that boy crazy
    She tried to charge me for the box man, shawty crazy
    I ain’t tryna blow your spot up but this s**t is crazy
    All I wanted was a mil and a new Mercedes
    Now I’m jumping on these ni**as like the new McGrady
    White House, black Rollie
    In South Bronx they know me
    You can’t talk, gotta show em
    The brown bags, ya own em
    Take these then call me
    That brain freeze ain’t on me
    You can’t hate, can’t hold me
    I whip foreigns like I stole em

    The smoke up by my weed got…serious
    She thinking we together? She delirious
    From the cradle to the grave, the cradle to the grave
    Who made this beat? A sound like me it tailor made
    You know I’m in that bi**h just like expensive suits, money
    Bi**h I’m in that mansion just like the Yeezy boots
    I got rich off butter…that Betty Crocker
    It ain’t my fault just like I’m Silkk The Shocker


  • Juicy J – Ballin (feat. Kanye West) letras

    [Intro: Juicy J]
    Play me some pimpin’, mane

    [Hook: Kanye West + Juicy J]
    And I’m ballin’, I’m, I’m, and I’m ballin’, I
    And I’m ballin’, and I’m ballin’
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, off the glass
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, blow the whistle
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, off the glass
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, blow the whistle
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, off the glass
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, blow the whistle

    [Verse 1: Juicy J]
    Let ’em all in
    Let them fall in it
    Let them play with all the dollars
    Let them bathe in it
    House so large, put a maze in it
    I’m the type that take your chick out for lunch
    In the middle of the White House lawn
    Then switch up, start filming porn
    Might tell the First Lady she can join
    Do what I want when I want
    Nigga you can keep them two pennies
    I got a tub so big you can come and take swimmin’ lessons in it
    Now I’m peelin’ off in a spaceship, with the ceiling
    She just want to show her titties off
    Carpet roll out, wanna hop off
    Bout to hit the club like golf balls
    Paparazzi tryna catch a nigga off guard
    Nigga got me off the chain like guard dogs
    Come on, dog
    I’m too high, hot air balloon
    All star, I’m on another planet
    I just joined the fortune five hundred
    Now I’m in the boardroom in pajamas

    [Hook: Kanye West + Juicy J]
    And I’m ballin’, I’m, I’m, and I’m ballin’, I
    And I’m ballin’, and I’m ballin’
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, off the glass
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, blow the whistle
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, off the glass
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, blow the whistle
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, off the glass
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, blow the whistle

    [Verse 2: Juicy J]
    And I’m ballin’
    When you’re boss you don’t take shit, you don’t call in
    So fresh to death like I got dressed in a coffin
    Folks ain’t never gonna get it, I’ve been holding out long enough
    Scratch that, now I’m on to somethin’
    Fuck that, I ain’t letting up
    Cats gonna copy this shit
    They gonna wanna hold my awards
    Poor lil’ Juicy J, this year I’m declaring war
    Fuck they upset with me for?
    Shut up J and be a decoy
    Who the fuck they thinkin’ we are?
    M-Town ride smokin’ blunts
    We up, keep up, my chips, cheese puffs
    That’s real dope
    See us Gd up, money talks, speak up
    Sleep, what for?
    I get some rest when I croak
    I want a new island to dock my new boat
    I went to the action and bought me a chopper
    Now I need a new helipad for my home

    [Hook: Kanye West + Juicy J]
    And I’m ballin’, I’m, I’m, and I’m ballin’, I
    And I’m ballin’, and I’m ballin’
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, off the glass
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, blow the whistle
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, off the glass
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, blow the whistle
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, off the glass
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, blow the whistle


  • Juicy J ft. Kanye West – Ballin Lyrics

    (Intro – Juicy J)
    Play me some pimping, mane

    (Chorus – Kanye West & Juicy J)
    And I’m ballin, I’m, I’m, and I’m ballin, I
    And I’m ballin, and I’m ballin
    And I’m ballin, and one
    And I’m ballin, off the glass
    And I’m ballin, and one
    And I’m ballin, blow the whistle
    And I’m ballin, and one
    And I’m ballin, off the glass
    And I’m ballin, and one
    And I’m ballin, blow the whistle
    And I’m ballin, and one
    And I’m ballin, off the glass
    And I’m ballin, and one
    And I’m ballin, blow the whistle

    (Verse 1 – Juicy J)
    Let em all in
    Let them fall in it
    Let them play with all the dollars
    Let them bathe in it
    House so large, put a maze in it
    I’m the type that take your chick out for lunch
    In the middle of the White House lawn
    Then switch up, start filming porn
    Might tell the First Lady she can join
    Do what I want when I want
    Ni**a you can keep them two pennies
    I got a tub so big you can come and take swimming lessons in it
    Now I’m peeling off in a spaceship, with the ceiling
    She just want to show her titties off
    Carpet roll out, wanna hop off
    Bout to hit the club like golf balls
    Paparazzi tryna catch a ni**a off guard
    Ni**a got me off the chain like guard dogs
    Come on, dog
    I’m too high, hot air balloon
    All star, I’m on another planet
    I just joined the fortune five hundred
    Now I’m in the boardroom in pajamas

    (Chorus – Kanye West & Juicy J)
    And I’m ballin, I’m, I’m, and I’m ballin, I
    And I’m ballin, and I’m ballin
    And I’m ballin, and one
    And I’m ballin, off the glass
    And I’m ballin, and one
    And I’m ballin, blow the whistle
    And I’m ballin, and one
    And I’m ballin, off the glass
    And I’m ballin, and one
    And I’m ballin, blow the whistle
    And I’m ballin, and one
    And I’m ballin, off the glass
    And I’m ballin, and one
    And I’m ballin, blow the whistle

    (Verse 2 – Juicy J)
    And I’m ballin
    When you’re boss you don’t take s**t, you don’t call in
    So fresh to death like I got dressed in a coffin
    Folks ain’t never gonna get it, I’ve been holding out long enough
    Scratch that, now I’m on to something
    Fuck that, I ain’t letting up
    Cats gonna copy this s**t
    They gonna wanna hold my awards
    Poor lil Juicy J, this year I’m declaring war
    F**k they upset with me for?
    Shut up J and be a decoy
    Who the f**k they thinking we are?
    M-Town ride smoking blunts
    We up, keep up, my chips, cheese puffs
    That’s real dope
    See us Gd up, money talks, speak up
    Sleep, what for?
    I get some rest when I croak
    I want a new island to dock my new boat
    I went to the action and bought me a chopper
    Now I need a new helipad for my home

    (Chorus – Kanye West & Juicy J)
    And I’m ballin, I’m, I’m, and I’m ballin, I
    And I’m ballin, and I’m ballin
    And I’m ballin, and one
    And I’m ballin, off the glass
    And I’m ballin, and one
    And I’m ballin, blow the whistle
    And I’m ballin, and one
    And I’m ballin, off the glass
    And I’m ballin, and one
    And I’m ballin, blow the whistle
    And I’m ballin, and one
    And I’m ballin, off the glass
    And I’m ballin, and one
    And I’m ballin, blow the whistle


  • Juicy J – Ballin’ lyrics

    [Juicy J]
    (Play me some pimpin’, mane)

    And I’m ballin’, I’m, I’m, and I’m ballin’, I
    And I’m ballin’, and I’m ballin’
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, off the glass
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, blow the whistle
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, off the glass
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, blow the whistle
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, off the glass
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, blow the whistle

    Let ’em all in
    Let them fall in it
    Let them play with all the dollars
    Let them bathe in it
    House so large, put a maze in it
    I’m the type that take your chick out for lunch
    In the middle of the White House lawn
    Then switch up, start filming porn
    Might tell the First Lady she can join
    Do what I want when I want
    Nigga you can keep them two pennies
    I got a tub so big you can come and take swimmin’ lessons in it
    Now I’m peelin’ off in a spaceship, with the ceiling
    She just want to show her titties off
    Carpet roll out, wanna hop off
    Bout to hit the club like golf balls
    Paparazzi tryna catch a nigga off guard
    Nigga got me off the chain like guard dogs
    Come on, dog
    I’m too high, hot air balloon
    All star, I’m on another planet
    I just joined the fortune five hundred
    Now I’m in the boardroom in pajamas

    And I’m ballin’, I’m, I’m, and I’m ballin’, I
    And I’m ballin’, and I’m ballin’
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, off the glass
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, blow the whistle
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, off the glass
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, blow the whistle
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, off the glass
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, blow the whistle

    And I’m ballin’
    When you’re boss you don’t take shit, you don’t call in
    So fresh to death like I got dressed in a coffin
    Folks ain’t never gonna get it, I’ve been holding out long enough
    Scratch that, now I’m on to somethin’
    Fuck that, I ain’t letting up
    Cats gonna copy this shit
    They gonna wanna hold my awards
    Poor lil’ Juicy J, this year I’m declaring war
    Fuck they upset with me for?
    Shut up J and be a decoy
    Who the fuck they thinkin’ we are?
    M-Town ride smokin’ blunts
    We up, keep up, my chips, cheese puffs
    That’s real dope
    See us Gd up, money talks, speak up
    Sleep, what for?
    I get some rest when I croak
    I want a new island to dock my new boat
    I went to the action and bought me a chopper
    Now I need a new helipad for my home

    And I’m ballin’, I’m, I’m, and I’m ballin’, I
    And I’m ballin’, and I’m ballin’
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, off the glass
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, blow the whistle
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, off the glass
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, blow the whistle
    And I’m ballin’, and one
    And I’m ballin’, off the glass
    And I’m ballin’, and one

    (And I’m ballin’, blow the whistle…)