[Intro:]
I got tats all on my arm,
Blocks and rocks in the Benz,
Forgiatos and rings,
Petsy blue my paint,
All these girls with you,
Can't find a bitch you ain't.
Every day I'm balling like fishes in that tank.
[Verse 1:]
Know where my hoes are,
Hanging out the window when we roll up,
You know what we come to
Make it rain while we getting f*cked up.
What you say, we do this every day,
Throwing about bottles, buy a bottle case,
Seem like every day my birthday,
I can't help but get that cake.
[Hook:]
Feel like I was born for balling out
Move it up and just for falling out.
[Verse 2:]
I got tattoos on my neck,
Half mil on my car,
Dream team my rap,
Just me and my dogs.
Straight cash on that haircut,
See you that's no landchop,
Met her at the bar, try to use some headshots.
Sixty to that Maybach, fake juice don't play that
Take off like Jerry Griff, money tall like A6.
Never hit that rear zone, baby, I was air born
Hopping out that gold, sipping red on that red bone,
Jump up in the back, rocking population
And another faking jets, you know I pop that aces.
I'm a ball, illuminati bankrupt,
Suicide orlandos and two or ten hoes.
[Hook:]
Feel like I was born for balling out
Move it up and just for falling out.
[Verse 3:]
I'm flying around and I'm getting it,
Like ninety down my dinner,
Told a bitch I just met
Write your promise down in that anthem.
I'm creepin on a 'billy,
Got these niggas ballin on me,
About to take my LA trip and drop that bitch on Wall Street.
Keep my watch a hand game
Like it's a lot of champagne,
You're flying jets, I can but jets
And I ain't speaking about no damn plane.
It's passion and plain fashion
Matching my things, catching
Action from things, making,
Flashing my rings, captain.
Twin Vs and tires, envy my entire,
Caught a lot don't have the heart
Cause real kings build empires.
Everything that I said nigga was everything that you saw
I did everything that I claim, you ain't like us, we're reborn.
[Hook:]
Feel like I was born for balling out
Move it up and just for falling out.
Ballin Out Video (MV)
Performed By: French Montana
Written by: CARL E. MCCORMICK, JEREMY P. FELTON, KARIM KHARBOUCH, SEAN J. COMBS
French Montana - Ballin Out Lyrics
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[Intro:]
I got tats all on my arm,
Blocks and rocks in the Benz,
Forgiatos and rings,
Petsy blue my paint,
All these girls with you,
Can't find a bitch you ain't.
Every day I'm balling like fishes in that tank.
[Verse 1:]
Know where my hoes are,
Hanging out the window when we roll up,
You know what we come to
Make it rain while we getting f*cked up.
What you say, we do this every day,
Throwing about bottles, buy a bottle case,
Seem like every day my birthday,
I can't help but get that cake.
[Hook:]
Feel like I was born for balling out
Move it up and just for falling out.
[Verse 2:]
I got tattoos on my neck,
Half mil on my car,
Dream team my rap,
Just me and my dogs.
Straight cash on that haircut,
See you that's no landchop,
Met her at the bar, try to use some headshots.
Sixty to that Maybach, fake juice don't play that
Take off like Jerry Griff, money tall like A6.
Never hit that rear zone, baby, I was air born
Hopping out that gold, sipping red on that red bone,
Jump up in the back, rocking population
And another faking jets, you know I pop that aces.
I'm a ball, illuminati bankrupt,
Suicide orlandos and two or ten hoes.
[Hook:]
Feel like I was born for balling out
Move it up and just for falling out.
[Verse 3:]
I'm flying around and I'm getting it,
Like ninety down my dinner,
Told a bitch I just met
Write your promise down in that anthem.
I'm creepin on a 'billy,
Got these niggas ballin on me,
About to take my LA trip and drop that bitch on Wall Street.
Keep my watch a hand game
Like it's a lot of champagne,
You're flying jets, I can but jets
And I ain't speaking about no damn plane.
It's passion and plain fashion
Matching my things, catching
Action from things, making,
Flashing my rings, captain.
Twin Vs and tires, envy my entire,
Caught a lot don't have the heart
Cause real kings build empires.
Everything that I said nigga was everything that you saw
I did everything that I claim, you ain't like us, we're reborn.
[Hook:]
Feel like I was born for balling out
Move it up and just for falling out.
I got tats all on my arm,
Blocks and rocks in the Benz,
Forgiatos and rings,
Petsy blue my paint,
All these girls with you,
Can't find a bitch you ain't.
Every day I'm balling like fishes in that tank.
[Verse 1:]
Know where my hoes are,
Hanging out the window when we roll up,
You know what we come to
Make it rain while we getting f*cked up.
What you say, we do this every day,
Throwing about bottles, buy a bottle case,
Seem like every day my birthday,
I can't help but get that cake.
[Hook:]
Feel like I was born for balling out
Move it up and just for falling out.
[Verse 2:]
I got tattoos on my neck,
Half mil on my car,
Dream team my rap,
Just me and my dogs.
Straight cash on that haircut,
See you that's no landchop,
Met her at the bar, try to use some headshots.
Sixty to that Maybach, fake juice don't play that
Take off like Jerry Griff, money tall like A6.
Never hit that rear zone, baby, I was air born
Hopping out that gold, sipping red on that red bone,
Jump up in the back, rocking population
And another faking jets, you know I pop that aces.
I'm a ball, illuminati bankrupt,
Suicide orlandos and two or ten hoes.
[Hook:]
Feel like I was born for balling out
Move it up and just for falling out.
[Verse 3:]
I'm flying around and I'm getting it,
Like ninety down my dinner,
Told a bitch I just met
Write your promise down in that anthem.
I'm creepin on a 'billy,
Got these niggas ballin on me,
About to take my LA trip and drop that bitch on Wall Street.
Keep my watch a hand game
Like it's a lot of champagne,
You're flying jets, I can but jets
And I ain't speaking about no damn plane.
It's passion and plain fashion
Matching my things, catching
Action from things, making,
Flashing my rings, captain.
Twin Vs and tires, envy my entire,
Caught a lot don't have the heart
Cause real kings build empires.
Everything that I said nigga was everything that you saw
I did everything that I claim, you ain't like us, we're reborn.
[Hook:]
Feel like I was born for balling out
Move it up and just for falling out.
Writer: CARL E. MCCORMICK, JEREMY P. FELTON, KARIM KHARBOUCH, SEAN J. COMBS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management