Foogiano – Ballin On A Bitch

Ballin On A Bitch – Foogiano Lyrics Letra:
Intro
SpiffoMadeIt, haha (Ho)

Chorus: Foogiano
I remember when my teacher said that I wouldn’t be shit
Now I’m rich, I can’t wait ‘til I see that stupid bitch (Racks)
Got these diamonds dancin’ on my wrist and neck, I’m really lit (Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice)
Found out that my nigga ain’t my nigga, man, that boy a snitch (Ho, ho)
That shit lame as hell, nigga, I should get you hit
Yeah, I used to trick the slickest niggas with that counterfeit (Slime)
Ho, breakdown king, nigga, sack it up and mix
And I shoot you like the Knicks, yeah, I’m ballin’ on a bitch

Verse 1: Foogiano
Yeah, I bet my teacher feel stupid (Huh?), I’m richer than a bitch (Ho)
Diamonds dancin’ on my neck and wrist, don’t forget fists (Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice)
Oh, and might as well just come on, add ‘em, join on to my list (Come on, ho)
All the model bitches love me, say they love this dick
Remember when I come to class, you used to call me off (Come here)
Yeah, that’s why I went and put these diamonds in my mouth (In my mouth)
Ho, don’t forget I heard about ya, heard that you be snout? 0:53, mmm
And I fucked that teacher pet, the one you crazy ‘bout, ho
Yeah, bitch, it’s the mayor, you said that I wouldn’t be nothin’ (Ho)
Got them millions, bitch (Racks), and yeah, I got a hundred guns (Ho)
‘Member when I told you that I was the chosen one (Bitch)
Now you lookin’ stupid, yeah (Dummy), your dumbass lookin’ dumb (Fool)
Yeah, they kicked me out of school, I went straight to the block (Why they do it?), mmm
You used to ride by after school, you seen me with that Glock (With the pole)
You told me I’ma go to jail (What?) or either I’ma die (Why?)
But now I got this money (Fool), I can put you in the sky (Ho, ho)
Chorus: Foogiano & Gucci Mane
I remember when my teacher said that I wouldn’t be shit
Now I’m rich, I can’t wait ‘til I see that stupid bitch (Racks)
Got these diamonds dancing on my wrist and neck, I’m really lit (Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice)
Found out that my nigga ain’t my nigga, man, that boy a snitch
That shit lame as hell, nigga, I should get you hit
Yeah, I used to trick the slickest niggas with that counterfeit (Slime)
Ho, breakdown king, nigga, sack it up and mix
And I shoot you like the Knicks, yeah, I’m ballin’ on a bitch, ho (It’s Gucci)

Verse 2: Gucci Mane
I don’t play with pepper spray and I’m not tryna mace ya down (No)
This lemon squeeze and cheetah spray’ll chase ya down like cheetah prey
Judge, he gave me three today, my head up like I beat the case (Lord)
Body counts, I’ll lead the race, don’t care nothin’ what no preacher say (No)
I didn’t have no free lunch, cuz, so I didn’t get to eat today
Valley boys, we made you run, we made you use your feet today
Lookin’ at me crazy, I’m knockin’ out your teeth today
‘Member they was scared of me, nobody would serve me (Wow)
Knowing it’s a drought, and damn, I need a half a birdie (Skrrt)
Rumblin’ in my school clothes and damn near got ‘em dirty (Well, damn)
I put that boy in urgent care, he went in on a gurney (Wow)
I don’t even tell the whole truth to my attorney (Ho, Gucci)

Chorus: Foogiano & Gucci Mane
I remember when my teacher said that I wouldn’t be shit (Wop)
Now I rich, I can’t wait ‘til I see that stupid bitch (Racks)
Got these diamonds dancing on my wrist and neck, I’m really lit (Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice)
Found out that my nigga ain’t my nigga, man, that boy a snitch
That shit lame as hell, nigga, I should get you hit (Gucci)
Yeah, I used to trick the slickest niggas with that counterfeit (Slime)
Ho, breakdown king, nigga, sack it up and mix
And I shoot you like the Knicks, yeah, I’m ballin’ on a bitch, ho
(Go, go)

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