Ballin’ Eminem

[Intro]
Me and my crew... yeah—we gots money, baby
I'm talkin' 'bout... I'm talkin' 'bout that long money
When you see us come through, just know—

[Chorus]
Ballin' uncontrollably, ballin' uncontrollably
Ballin' uncontrollably ba-ballin' uncontrollably
Ballin' uncontrollably, ballin' uncontrollably
Ballin' uncontrollably ba-ballin' uncontrollably
Ballin' uncontrollably, ballin' uncontrollably
Ballin' uncontrollably ba-ba-ba-ba-controllably
Ballin' uncontrollably, ballin' uncontrollably
Ballin' uncontrollably ba-ballin' uncontrollably

[Verse 1]
Man, I got everything candy-painted, candy-painted tint
It's so dark, I'd be lyin' if I said I ain't hit at least nine of my friends
Plus, I got so much candy paint on my rims
Paint be flyin' off my car, be candy paintin' the neighborhood kids
I got that whole block lookin' like it's Candyland
Ask about me, man, they be like, "There go the candy man"
I park the car in the garage and go in and
Come back the next mornin', the rims are still spinnin'
Hit the doors on that Phantom, man, them shits look like the Batmobile
Thirty-two-inch rims, shit, I ain't even got no wheels
Custom-fitted, custom-kitted wood grain
Custom everything, what's that on the seat? Custom mustard stain
Now let's go hit the mall, y'all know that we finna ball
Get out the car, they be like, "Ah, there go them superstars!"
Hit every single store, flash a fuckin' wad of cash
But I ain't buyin' shit, bitch, kiss my candy-painted ass, we—