-=talking=-
No linen, just thugged out in denim ugh
Nigga
Yo, nigga
[Hollow Tip]
I gotta get my money on everyday of the week
Ridin` super clean old school drops on gold feet
Roll sweets wit the bomb in it
Smokin` on bomb spinach
Ride by you wit the 100 spokes spinnin`
No linen, I`m just thugged out in denim
Make `em call me Nelsiano when I`m in `em
Nigga, I`m on a mission
Wit this real shit that I write
Late night flights in and outta Cali tryna get it right
I got it tight now I`m papered up
Paid as fuck, hard time stains, drops and Blazer trucks
Hollow tear shit up
Come through set shit down
Snatch a bitch out the club
Hop in the drop and let it pound
Just to clown
Cuz nigga I been down so long
Stop lyin` in your songs
How you ridin` on chrome
I got zones and I`m dumpin` them cheap
So holla back and we can make some dolla stacks
And we can all live fat cuz I...
[Chorus] x 2
Keep ballin`, keep ballin`
Keep ballin`, keep ballin`
[Hollow Tip]
I keep the gold thangs spinnin` all day and night
My mommy always said it`ll be alright
I shot a kite to my folks locked down in Korkrin
Then I flew to Portland, flipped new Jordan`s
It`s important to get your money on right now
Or watch a bitch jock when my top go down
It`s like Wow, that young nigga doin his thing
Pinky ring, chain swingin` while I`m pullin` these strings
Sacramento King like J. Will, get paid skrill
Nigga try to cross me, get sprayed for real
Fuck a house on a hill
I`m in the ghetto livin` plush
Everything rimmed up
Jean suit, Timmed up
Come and get trimmed up
Lights get dimmed up
Open fire from the cuts and bloody your brim up
I had enough
I gotta get my paper on steady
Overflowin` like the levy
And still tryna wet me
[Chorus] x 2
[Hollow Tip]
I gotta get my money on wit the heart of a souljah
Fuckin` off money
Throwin` motors in Chevy Nova`s
When I turned 17, I was ridin` on 17`s
Hustlin` all night, big ballin`, and sellin` cream
Everything , I never had, I`m tryna get it
Bitch I`m tryna fuck
Bounce if you ain`t wit it
I got paper to get
Major paper to split
Plus a hard top stain on 17 `s that twist
Fuck a bitch
I got major weight to flip, gettin` these chips
Nigga we can all be rich
I got paper on my mind
And I`m chasin` it all the time
Fuck them soft niggas
I`m livin` the life of crime
Gettin` mine, fuck y`alls
Everybody can`t ball
So I hustle all night `til my pockets is tall
So I can crawl on 100`s and vogues
Fuckin` your hoes, now you wanna start a riot at my show
[Chorus] x 2
I`m gonna get my money on
And it won`t be long before it`s gone
Me and baby gonna do this today
We gonna sit back and get paid
Ballin`, ballin`, ballin`, ballin`, ballin`
Gettin` it on when the doe is gone, oh
