Vintage Daz - Baller (feat. Tyty614 & Dp Rmvp) Lyrics

If you pass me the ball then I'm going for the win
If we run it back imma do that shit again
Why they get mad because all I do it call
Why they get mad because all I do it call
If you pass me the ball then I'm going for the win
If we run it back imma do that shit again
Why they get mad because all I do is ball
Why they get mad because all I do is ball

Vintage Montana be balling
Broke n*****they calling
All these bitches be running
Vintage Montana it's nothing
Everyday I be stuntin
Everyday I be working
Everyday I be grinding
See the diamonds I'm shining
Vintage Montana I pull up in foreign
Look at my girlfriend I know she a foreign
Look at these bitches they gotta be boring
Look at they n**** gotta be boring
Now they jocking my style
Now they jocking the swag
Yes I brought it back and I need the tag
I don't check receipts
Because it's all on me
Your girlfriend love my song
And it's on repeat
She treat me like a king
I treat her like a god
Cuz we been getting money
And I be on my job

If you pass me the ball then I'm going for the win
If we run it back imma do that shit again
Why they get mad because all I do it call
Why they get mad because all I do it call
If you pass me the ball then I'm going for the win
If we run it back imma do that shit again
Why they get mad because all I do is ball
Why they get mad because all I do is ball

How you gone be mad at me
I'm the guy with that strategy
Ain't want no casualty
Strapped up with that 223
223 it blastin
I I I captain
We can make it happen
I Came out the slums babe
Hunnid round in my drum babe
All we do count 1s
Stackin up them comas
Ima buy me a Cadillac
Bad bitch with a hour glass
Roll me a blunt sit back relax
Bitch you relax
Ain't payin no tax
Wonder Whatchu want
Psh You wanna glide
Honors to my slime
Bitch you wanna die
All the bullshit you wanna buy
Bitch you wanna lie
Bitch you gotta stop babe
I don't wanna die babe
Ayeee
Mmmmm

Mvp
I don't wanna die
I ain't tellin lies
Bussin jugs Flippin pacc
Thats workin on the side
Bitch I need my fetty
Extra lettuce on the rise
Thick off in them thighs
If he tweakin he get fried
Postin all them bands
On a Snapchat and the live
I ain't have a hundred
Ran it up with all the guys
Bitch you think you ballin
Till I make your money mines
Smoke a wood of loud
Me and daz be getting high
Everybody want smoke
Till it hits you in the eye
I'm ballin need a favor
I guess my hands are tied
Mvp and daz
In the booth that we fry

If you pass me the ball then I'm going for the win
If we run it back imma do that shit again
Why they get mad because all I do it call
Why they get mad because all I do it call
If you pass me the ball then I'm going for the win
If we run it back imma do that shit again
Why they get mad because all I do is ball
Why they get mad because all I do is ball