Been Ballin’

By Ballout

On Ballin’ No NBA

Released on April 11, 2013

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[Intro: Ballout & Chief Keef]

Trap-A-Holics mixtapes

808 Mafia (Squad)

Ballout, baby, I've been ballin' since the sixth grade (Huh?)

Earrings was so big (Huh?), you couldn't even see my damn face (Nah)

Did you get the mixtape? (Huh?) Ballin', No NBA

I be ballin', not with that ball, but with that damn cake

These niggas ain't fuckin' with my squad, man

We them Glo Boyz (Huh?)

Ballout

Trap-A-Holics, real trap shit (What's up, bruh?)

808 Mafia (Squad)

[Verse 1: Ballout & Chief Keef]

Ballout, baby, I've been ballin' since the sixth grade (Huh?)

Earrings was so big (Huh?), you couldn't even see my damn face (Nah)

Did you get the mixtape? (Huh?) Ballin' No NBA

I be ballin', not with that ball, but with that damn cake (Swish)

In the kitchen, cookin' cake, but it's not my birthday (Skrrt, skrrt)

I never seen your bitch, but I bet I can fuck her on the first day

She damn near passed out when I pulled up on 28s (Skrrt)

Gold everything, but I don't look shit like Trinidad James (Nah)

Ballin' like LeBron James, smokin' on that 2 Chainz

But I have on one chain, I don't have on two chains

I will get another chain when I hit another stain

O'Block, 300, bitch, GBE the gang


[Chorus: Chief Keef]

Squad, squad

Squad, squad, squad

Squad, squad, squad, squad

Squad, squad, squad, squad

808 Mafia (Like you ain't know—)


[Verse 2: Chief Keef]

Chief Sosa, baby, I been ballin' hard, no discount

Three cars, six houses, you can't tell me shit now

And I got a maid, so I ain't takin' shit out

Ain't tryna fuck, get out, this the suck a dick house

Money house, bitch house and pound house and brick house

I even got a AK sittin' at my bitch house (Bang, bang)

Don't make me switch out, pull up, get out

Start throwin' cash everywhere and fuckin' every bitch now (808 Mafia)

Look at my wrist, blaow, chain, blaow, ears, blaow

My car blaow, my earrings so damn big that I can't hear now

Boy, let's get serious now, you know you ain't gettin' count

Twenty in my left pockets, hundreds wore that shit out (Ben Frank)


[Chorus: Chief Keef]

Squad, squad

Squad, squad, squad

Squad, squad, squad, squad

Squad, squad, squad, squad

808 Mafia