Ballin (Acappella) A Boogie wit da Hoodie

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[Intro]
I'm ballin'
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
I'm ballin' like LeBron's son
Heartless, don't you start nothin'
All bad bitches in Starlets, on me (On me)
Got features like RiRi
And it's water on my wrist (My wrist)
Yeah, like Fiji (Hm)
I'm ballin' (Ballin')
Drop thirty on my fit (Ballin')
Uh, don't worry, I won't miss
[Verse 1]
Got my hoodie on like Melo in the Garden (Yeah)
Got my money up, I'm ballin' like LeBron's son, look
They want me to lose my breath (Hm)
So I gotta watch my step (Hm)
Two thirties on my hip (Mhm)
I call 'em Steph and Seth (Mhm)
Richie Rich my wrist (Mhm)
Particular with my drip (Mhm)
Chrome Hearts on my chest, I'm ballin' (Yeah, woo)
Look, I feel like the last one lеft (Hm)
I put the X in flex (Mhm)
I'm shootin' with my left likе Harden (Like Harden)
So much water on my wrist it make my arm numb (Arm numb)
All this money, **** I'm ballin' like LeBron's son (Yeah)
And you can tell by the way I dress, Louis V my garments (Louis V my garments)
So much fly **** I can take you shoppin' in my closet (In my closet)
And nowadays, most of these artists sound like Artist (Sound like me)
Uh, trust me, they can't ball the way I'm ballin'