Passion Fruit Young Nudy

[Intro]
You ballin' baby girl, yes, I can see it
You ballin' baby girl, yes, I can see it (Yeah)
You ballin' baby girl, yes, I can see it (Yeah)
You ballin' baby girl, yes, I can see it (Yeah)
You ballin' baby girl, yes, I can see it (Yeah)
You ballin' (COUPE)

[Chorus]
You ballin' baby girl, yes, I can see it (Yeah)
Fine ass lil' bitch in a Benz (Yeah)
Popped out, it was her and her friend (Yeah)
I'm poppin' shit, it just me and my twin (Yeah, yeah)
And I got racks on me, soon we walk in (Yeah)
She caught her eye and I did it again (Yeah, yeah)
I'm walkin' in and I look like the shit (Yeah, yeah)
Really don't know, but I came from shit (I came from shit)
Yeah, havin' that styrofoam, and my blunts they stuffed (Ooh)
And this ice on my wrist and my cup (Yuh huh)
And it's lit and I ain't had enough (Uh Uh)
So I'm on one (One) and tonight finna go down
Ain't finna play no game when it goin' down (Down)
Finna beat the pussy up, I'ma beat her back down
Batter up 'cause I know I'm finna run this shit around

[Verse 1]
Finna stick her up and I gotta do a pat down
She gon' suck me up every time a nigga sit down
Tryna play the game, but a bitch gon' open her mouth (Gon' open her mouth)
She got that fire, she got that comeback
Ain't tryna trip 'bout that shit, but I love that (Yeah)
Fall in that pussy, it feel like it love (Love)
She is a real one, don't fuck with no scrub (Scrub)
We get too freaky together, might fuck in the club (Club)
I ain't gotta hide my sound, she know Ima thug (Thug)
I ain't gotta hide my gun and I sell drugs (I sell drugs)
We were friends before we ever fucked (Fuck)
Now I'm always on your mental, I stay on your mind (Mind)
New nigga didn't workout (Workout)
Back at it, but you're burnt out