Ballin Meek Mill (Ft. Shizz Nitty)

[Intro – Meek Mill]
It’s the dream team bitch
Mr. Philadelphia
Philly in this bitch, Meek Million
Jalil Beats, holla at me

[Verse 1 – Meek Mill]
All I ever wanted was a million and a bad bitch
Used to blow my money and wake up like where my stacks went
I was 17 I left my crib, went where the cash went
And popped back in my hood in an Aston, mansion
Flying with the top off, and I’m getting topped off
I’m about my chicken bitch, and I spit that hot sauce
Mustard yellow Breitling, tell 'em catch up, I’m a hot dog
Hood nigga, but I live my life like I’m a rock star
Shot bar, fuck no, take me where the bottles at
Mr. Rose baby, get a lot of that
Copy that, roger that, I be where it’s popping at
Jahlil he put a hit out on that beat I b-b-body that
Imma take the offshore, baby, cause it costs more
Elevator take me to the top, right on the ball floor
Shawty tried to jump inside the coupe, can’t find the car door
Why you think I work so much and grind so fucking hard for

[Hook – Meek Mill]
Hey, bottles up, shawty drop me down
Ask who fucking with me, not a sound
Hear them haters talking, but they whispering
So what they saying bout me, cause I’m getting it
We ballin, we ballin
Ballin like it’s Spalding
Everytime I wake up all I hear is money calling
Ballin and ballin, tearing up the Martin
Call me Mr. wrecking ball the way I break them walls in