Ballin Starlito (Ft. Juicy J & Kevin Gates)

[Chorus: Starlito]
I'm ballin' ballin' ballin' bitch
Don't know what else to call this shit
All this gualas I brought with me
I fuck around and spend all this shit
I fuck around spend all this shit, I'm ballin' ballin' ballin' bitch
I fuck around spend all this shit
I'm ballin' ballin' ballin' bitch
Don't know what else to call this shit
All this gualas I brought with me
I fuck around and spend all this shit
I fuck around spend all this shit, I'm ballin' ballin' ballin' bitch
I fuck around spend all this shit

[Verse 1: Starlito]
I started off fucked up, finally got my weight up
Still trying to figure out what the fuck you hating for
When I come around it feel just like an appraisal
Independent nigga getting it in just like the majors
Thumbing through the checks feel like a nigga turning pages
If you was cool and ain't no more, you've done us both a favor
Eighties baby, grew up on a pistol and a pager
Got a free quarter ounce, I bet a hundred on the Lakers
I should say against them, you know I'm riding with the Heat
At the corner store with my box Chevy
Box of rubbers, box of swisher sweets
Still got a bitch that got a bitch that'll get your bitch to leave
Switch up freaks like I swap my whips, that shit ain't real as shit to me