
On The Wall Berner & B-Real (Ft. Ty Dolla $ign)
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[Chorus: Berner and Ty Dolla Sign]
Ballin, ballin
I've been ballin, ballin
Ballin, I've been ballin
When you ball, hang your jersey on the wall
When you ball, hang your jersey on the wall
When you ball, hang your jersey on the wall
[Verse 1: Berner]
Big drip on me cost half a M
Big rig trucks keep backing in
Keep on runnin but I'm after 'em
And a pack of gin, imma grab a tin
And I ain't mad at them, why they mad at me?
Big bag of weed, big magazine
Buy the whole block when the cash is clean
I was 16 with a half a key
Pass the weed I've been smoking
All the cars and cribs, I own 'em
Where your chains at?
You sold them
You needed 20 back but can't float them
Saw four hundred in my Gucci duffle
I get upset when I lose a couple
Runaway hippie I don't use a muscle
223's might have to touch you
Real talk, I might kill somebody
But fuck all that, I'd rather smoke gelato
I'm up in the hills
It's a service party
[Me, me and mando?] waiting in lobby
I got a honest four now
We don't run low
Green house with the seven under
Stash pot in the whip where the funds go
On the road looking out for undo
Ballin, ballin
I've been ballin, ballin
Ballin, I've been ballin
When you ball, hang your jersey on the wall
When you ball, hang your jersey on the wall
When you ball, hang your jersey on the wall
[Verse 1: Berner]
Big drip on me cost half a M
Big rig trucks keep backing in
Keep on runnin but I'm after 'em
And a pack of gin, imma grab a tin
And I ain't mad at them, why they mad at me?
Big bag of weed, big magazine
Buy the whole block when the cash is clean
I was 16 with a half a key
Pass the weed I've been smoking
All the cars and cribs, I own 'em
Where your chains at?
You sold them
You needed 20 back but can't float them
Saw four hundred in my Gucci duffle
I get upset when I lose a couple
Runaway hippie I don't use a muscle
223's might have to touch you
Real talk, I might kill somebody
But fuck all that, I'd rather smoke gelato
I'm up in the hills
It's a service party
[Me, me and mando?] waiting in lobby
I got a honest four now
We don't run low
Green house with the seven under
Stash pot in the whip where the funds go
On the road looking out for undo
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