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Hollow Tip - Keep Ballin' lyrics
* send corrections to the typist -=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 |
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