DJ Jayhood feat. Fetty Wap - I'm Ballin [Official lyrics]

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Young nigga, blessed, I'm not stressed
I got now, fuck next
Young nigga, blessed, I'm not stressed
I got now, fuck next
Woah I'm ballin (I'm ballin baby)
Pull up in a foreign (Pull up in a foreign Baby)
Young nigga on, I'm tourin
Young nigga on, I'm tourin
I was the one that they doubted
I was the one that she was clownin'
Now she wanna come around me
Got a feelin my weight left her drownin'
You know, young nigga 'bout his dough
I ain't tryna chase these hoes
I got now, I'm goin' in 2 fuego I am him
Pull up on 'em in the foreign, watch 'em all get sick
Henny shots got me lit, so I'm riding wit' da stick
Just incase I gotta blow one, empty out the clip
Young nigga, blessed, I'm not stressed
I got now, fuck next
Young nigga, blessed, I'm not stressed
I got now, fuck next
Woah I'm ballin (I'm ballin baby)
Pull up in a foreign (Pull up in a foreign Baby)
Young nigga on, I'm tourin
Young nigga on, I'm tourin
All we do is flex, looking at my chest got a thing

for ice baby
Catch me out on tour, before I hit the floor, imma

need a light baby
I ain't ever stressed, no I'm just feelin blessed
Tattoo crosses on my face, iced out crosses on my chest
I just want the cash I know how to flip it imma be alright baby
Lookin' at my wristband, I'm the shit man, fuck your life baby
Jersey we the shit man and I'm the hit man, save the hype baby
Im from 12th block and we pill pop, I got 12 Glocks
I used to sell rocks, think of gettin' on me then the shells drop
I'm movin different homie
Niggas switchin on me they got green eyes
Wake up in the cash, imma do the dash, imma run this life
Shawty really bad, she got plenty ass she can spend the night
Young nigga, blessed, I'm not stressed
I got now, fuck next
Young nigga, blessed, I'm not stressed
I got now, fuck next
Woah I'm ballin (I'm ballin baby)
Pull up in a foreign (Pull up in a foreign Baby)
Young nigga on, I'm tourin
Young nigga on, I'm tourin
Aye, Jersey we is on, got it set in stone put that on my life baby
Niggas they on go if you movin wrong
They gone move you right baby
See the shit we on, gotta bring it home, gotta take our time baby
Jersey we is on yeah, Jersey we is on yeah

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