Ballin

[Intro: Fat Joe]

That Hublot, that king size Hublot

[Hook: Teyana Taylor]

Ballin’, dribble dribble shoot, swish

Ballin’, do it like this, ******

Ballin’, steppin out of Saks, Fifth

Ballin’, everyday is Christ-mas

Ballin’, cash rules everything around me

Ballin’, cash rules everything around me

Ballin’, cash rules everything around me

Ballin’, if you ain't gettin money get from round me (Ballin’)

[Verse 1- Fat Joe]

Yeah, uh, it's Crack.. yeah, uh

No matter the weather, can’t imagine it better

Got me lookin’ for Claire in the Bill Co******y sweater

Hundred bottles is better and they come in those cases

I’m talkin’ peoples and places, we make it light up like Vegas

Ugh, I swear this ****** is dumb as ******t

But her ass is even dumber

Now thats dumber and dumber; how to take off a summer

Took a flight out to Russia, we even flew out her mother huh

****** you ******s talkin’ bout?

At the Rucker I was about to bring Jordan out

They want to get Coke wet cause of my fan base

I used to get coke wet, I had to fan base

[Hook]

[Verse 2- Wiz Khalifa]

Uhh, T.S. whattup

(Hahahaha... you know I'm young and rich)

O Versace shades and some OG J’s

Keep some OG blaze cause that’s what got me paid

Rockin all this Wang, they look at me strange

Lots of DiamondAir when I'm on the plane

Ridin’ through the city me and Joe Crack

A pound of what I’m puffin’ cost you four stacks

******s get it twisted cause my tour selled

What the ****** you think a ****** was before rap?

And my crib is new and I talk ******t in my interviews

And my wife called my interludes, I don't break laws I just bend the rules

Got racks might spend a few

Couldn’t walk a day in my shoes, got my own day you seen it in the news

Presidential smoke presidential Rolee'

Porsche 911, picture me rollin’

Poppin’ champagne OG kush-a-holic’

Put that in your phone, whether you call it

[Hook]

[Verse 3- Fat Joe]

Yeah, uh...

Hahahaha, coke up in her bra

Nerve of you all a crip is a Colliseum

Olajuwon ****** I just Akeem

Worry about the bell, my ******s they got to free em

Champagne dreams and broke pockets

This why we call em ******s false prophets

Ballin’, ****** I'm ****** ballin’

You can call me Spalding or maybe even Rawlings

Met her at the Esseses over there in New Orleans

She said she kinda shy but her body keep callin’

Yeah they keep callin’, I ain't even into them

******s jump ******p, Pirates of the Carribean

Tell Wiz roll and smoke foggin’ my glasses

******s is my sons, I should claim em on my taxes

Look how big her ass is, I think she got the Nicki plan

(Ballin’) but I ain't passin or dribblin’