Bitches in the club throw that ass up
Niggas and the thugs throw that cash up
This gone be the newer way to act up
Ladies walk up to that man and ask him
Is you ballin?
Throw up that ass
We throwing the cash, she follow the beat she shaking it fast
I'm high off the trees, I'm feeling at ease, I might throw you a rack
Not looking for beef, I'm looking for cheeks
That's making it clap
I want me a freak thats good with the speed she shakin it faster
Ha titties petite, ha ass on fleak it's looking real natural
That booty got meat, she popping ha p, it cause a disaster
She hop on the d and make it delete like abrah cadabra
Damn that ass got talent
Bitches in the club throw that ass up
Niggas and the thugs throw that cash up
This gone be the newer way to act up
Ladies walk up to that man ask him
Is you ballin?
Bitches want The money, thugs want clientele
F*ck makin it rain on em, ballers bout to make it hail
She tryna go purchase new Chanel or that YSL
Is you gone take ha home tonight? Shit, only time will time tell
Cuz time is money
She only f*ck wit dudes that pull up stuntin
You ain't him if she acting funny
It's lame Niggas that's getting bread too but barely dropping shit we call em crumby
Big ol booty woman she worth something
F*ck one's gotta throw some hundreds
Check the forecast a storm coming
Bout to flood the club with big piles of money
Bitches in the club throw that ass up
Niggas and the thugs throw that cash up
This gone be the newer way to act up
Ladies walk up to that man ask him
Is you ballin?
Jackboy Marley - Iz U (Ballin) Lyrics
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Bitches in the club throw that ass up
Niggas and the thugs throw that cash up
This gone be the newer way to act up
Ladies walk up to that man and ask him
Is you ballin?
Throw up that ass
We throwing the cash, she follow the beat she shaking it fast
I'm high off the trees, I'm feeling at ease, I might throw you a rack
Not looking for beef, I'm looking for cheeks
That's making it clap
I want me a freak thats good with the speed she shakin it faster
Ha titties petite, ha ass on fleak it's looking real natural
That booty got meat, she popping ha p, it cause a disaster
She hop on the d and make it delete like abrah cadabra
Damn that ass got talent
Bitches in the club throw that ass up
Niggas and the thugs throw that cash up
This gone be the newer way to act up
Ladies walk up to that man ask him
Is you ballin?
Bitches want The money, thugs want clientele
F*ck makin it rain on em, ballers bout to make it hail
She tryna go purchase new Chanel or that YSL
Is you gone take ha home tonight? Shit, only time will time tell
Cuz time is money
She only f*ck wit dudes that pull up stuntin
You ain't him if she acting funny
It's lame Niggas that's getting bread too but barely dropping shit we call em crumby
Big ol booty woman she worth something
F*ck one's gotta throw some hundreds
Check the forecast a storm coming
Bout to flood the club with big piles of money
Bitches in the club throw that ass up
Niggas and the thugs throw that cash up
This gone be the newer way to act up
Ladies walk up to that man ask him
Is you ballin?
Niggas and the thugs throw that cash up
This gone be the newer way to act up
Ladies walk up to that man and ask him
Is you ballin?
Throw up that ass
We throwing the cash, she follow the beat she shaking it fast
I'm high off the trees, I'm feeling at ease, I might throw you a rack
Not looking for beef, I'm looking for cheeks
That's making it clap
I want me a freak thats good with the speed she shakin it faster
Ha titties petite, ha ass on fleak it's looking real natural
That booty got meat, she popping ha p, it cause a disaster
She hop on the d and make it delete like abrah cadabra
Damn that ass got talent
Bitches in the club throw that ass up
Niggas and the thugs throw that cash up
This gone be the newer way to act up
Ladies walk up to that man ask him
Is you ballin?
Bitches want The money, thugs want clientele
F*ck makin it rain on em, ballers bout to make it hail
She tryna go purchase new Chanel or that YSL
Is you gone take ha home tonight? Shit, only time will time tell
Cuz time is money
She only f*ck wit dudes that pull up stuntin
You ain't him if she acting funny
It's lame Niggas that's getting bread too but barely dropping shit we call em crumby
Big ol booty woman she worth something
F*ck one's gotta throw some hundreds
Check the forecast a storm coming
Bout to flood the club with big piles of money
Bitches in the club throw that ass up
Niggas and the thugs throw that cash up
This gone be the newer way to act up
Ladies walk up to that man ask him
Is you ballin?
Writer: Mark Hines
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