Ballin
I dreamed of kush blunts
Hot fashion and females
She never smoked once but love
The way the weed smells
Pistols in the front
Choppers on the back porch
Lord knows I wanna teach him but he asked for
So im doin words, let my money do the talking
I think the game needs some change
Like you do for parking we the planes
You motherfuckers ground control
We escape, skip the rates
Pick a cloud and go
My chick by racial, bisexual
Buy everything I want soon as I let her know
I snap my fingers and God will
Be there to hunt your head
Call me the deep and you try
And sink like the London Bridge
Big city small problems
Hate me cause I get a plate often
What are they starving? Where I'm at? tourin
Say you got another question, call it
Ask me if I'm ballin wow