Back To Ballin - T2

You niggas serving up a bad batch, too much bakin' on it

Bakin' on it, bakin' on it, bakin' on it…

As-salamu alaykum, homie

Got it, whip it, lost it, flip it

Now a nigga back to ballin'

Back to ballin', back to ballin', back to ballin'

I ain’t even playing, homie

Got it, lost it, got it, spent it

Got it, now I’m back to ballin'

Ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin'

Nigga, I got it, lost it, got it, spent it

Got it, now I’m back to ballin'

Ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin'

Nigga, I seen her, booked her, took her to my hotel, no that’s not my problem

Problem, problem, problem

Cause I get right to the chicken

Ain’t trick with other bitches

Don’t worry if I never call her

Call her, call her, call her (french)

Motherfucker, back to ballin'

You know my whips is foreign

Man, you niggas play the bench and you know my niggas startin'

Motherfucka, back to ballin'

I’m talking black Ferrari

Straight cash made a hundred forty stacks this mornin'

I’m talking ten chains, casino lights

Red bottoms, mosquito bites

Bad batch, get your head cracked, Cee-lo dice

Motherfucka, back to ballin'

Start to finish, you start, I finish

Bottle after bottle like fuck my kidneys

You niggas serving up a bad batch, too much bakin' on it

Bakin' on it, bakin' on it, bakin' on it…

As-salamu alaykum, homie

Got it, whip it, lost it, flip it

Now a nigga back to ballin'

Back to ballin', back to ballin', back to ballin'

I ain’t even playing, homie

Got it, lost it, got it, spent it

Got it, now I’m back to ballin'

Ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin'

Nigga, I got it, lost it, got it, spent it

Got it, now I’m back to ballin'

Ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin'

Every time we roll up, doors go up, and them panties fallin'

Fallin' fallin' fallin' fallin' fallin' fallin' fallin'

Talk, all my niggas tore up from the floor up

And all those whips is foreign

Whips is foreign, whips is foreign, them whips is foreign

Nigga back to ballin'

Lil bit like Patrick Johnson

Never sold much dope, but I know

Some nights I heard that trap was callin'

Nigga, back to ballin'

KD, Rondo, and Lebronin'

Found life is about chasing dreams

Don’t worry how I got these commas

Comas, commas, I’m a, rider

Lot of, ganja, e-z wider

But I paid five stacks for a garment

Leave the cherry up and a high set

Hugo boss be the outfit

And a pair of some never coming out shit

You niggas serving up a bad batch, too much bakin' on it

Bakin' on it, bakin' on it, bakin' on it…

As-salamu alaykum, homie

Got it, whip it, lost it, flip it

Now a nigga back to ballin'

Back to ballin', back to ballin', back to ballin'

I ain’t even playing, homie

Got it, lost it, got it, spent it

Got it, now I’m back to ballin'

Ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin'

Nigga, I got it, lost it, got it, spent it

Got it, now I’m back to ballin'

Ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin'