Ballin’ Chris Brown & Tyga (Ft. Kevin McCall)

[Intro]
K-Mac

[Chorus: Kevin McCall]
Ballin' like a bitch (Bitch)
You can't tell me nothin' 'cause I'm ballin' like a bitch (Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh)
Filthy ass rich (Rich)
Swimmin' in this money 'cause I'm ballin' like—, b-ballin' like a— (Ballin' like a—)
Ballin' like a bitch (Bitch)
B-B-B-Ballin' like a bitch (Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh)
Filthy ass rich (Rich)
Swimmin' in this money 'cause I'm ballin' like—, b-ballin' like a— (Ballin' like a—)

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Look, BBC hat clean, diamond snap hook (Hook)
Take a picture with it like it's my last look (Look)
G-Gold MacBook, cost a hunnid Gs (Gs)
I don't fuck with rats (Rats), I throw away the cheese (Cheese)
I'm ballin', baby, you see this nigga shine (Shine)
I'm runnin' shit, ha, finish line
K-Mac cook that beat, I eat it like it's dinner time
Awards show, gimme mine, loud and clear, intercom
Listen up (Up), I show you how to stunt (Stunt)
Pocket full of money, you should see what's in the trunk (Trunk)
That bass got that bump (Bump), that shit that make you jump (Jump)
Ballin' like a bitch, throw it up, slam dunk (Dunk)
V-neck like a guido, rollin' dice in the casino ('Sino)
Three bad chicks rollin' trips, cee-lo
What's done is done, ain't no comin' back
I'm ballin' like a bitch, roger that
It's Breezy, baby