THE LOWZ - Ballin Is Da Code lyrics

rate me

I'm the money bag boy, I'm the money bag boy

Ballin is the code, ballin, ballin is the code

Ballin is the code, ballin, ballin is the code

I'm the money bag boy, I'm the money bag boy

I'm the money bag boy, I'm the money bag boy

Check

Gettin money, that's all a nigga know

I was raised in the city where ballin is the code

Ridin on 6's, some ridin on 4's

We some ballers over here, you could tell by our clothes

Money on my mind, no waste of time

Same clothes as last night, still on the grind

Ain't nobody givin shit so, I'm a take mine

I ain't tryna be like them niggas with the fake shines

I spend money like it's nothin, lose bills like buttons

I'm a baller, I ain't even frontin

Saggin down the ave in a candy red lac

And my sound system by itself, costed a stack

Got money in the bank, got money on me

Don't nobody on the block got nothin on me

Heres a couple stacks homie, you could have that

You ain't even gotta give it back, just know that

Too Much

I Am

Who the man, rhetoricle question hoe

If it's less than a stack, it's unacceptable

Pluto reptable

And the fact that I stay iced, just adds the spice like oregano

Just thought I'd let you know

I'm a straight trooper

Only cat hangin with me is mr. cooper

I got money bags, and my honey bad

In a race for that paper, ain't tryna come in last

So interfere while I'm tryna get dough

Then I'm in your spot like bruh man from the 5th floor

Ridin with my ken folk, chillin where them thugs at

In the hood, where I'm looked up to by them young cats

It's them paper stacks, what they dyin for

Niggas pitchin, tryna win the cy award

And that's what it be

I'm a money bag b, and I come from that street where

Boss to the bone, young and thuggin like bizzy

Don't stare at the stones, cause the shine will make you dizzy

Talk real slick, get spins like frisbees

New 100 bills, man my cream so crispy

Hoes tuggin on me, sheesh, just beggin for the d

I could make it rain a sea, til they drown in this beach

Ballin is the code, money, power and brauds

Place your up on my fresh, disregard the odds

Took my fly to a level, that defied the gods

It go chain, watch, bracelet just threw it a lob

Earrings yellow like corn on the cob

My lap met her face, she responded with nods

I shuffle these bitches like giant ipods

Never pay for her drinks, I'm a ballin tigthwad

Just be floatin on these hoes, they call me elroy

Get your money up baby, I'm the money bag boy