[Verse 1: Page]

They used to hate the kid, but now these bitches letting
Me get in they panties, cuz' the coochie's wetting
Groupie's in my penthouse that's just what I'm bedding
They try'na get some dollars, but they ain't getting nothing
Take a look at my chain, it's invisible setting
You hypnotized, my jewels got your face sweating
I'm getting cream, like icing on the cake spreading
But don't stare at the bulget's in my ear
Red Monkey jeans twelve-hundred a pair
I'm on ma' way to Dubai we crusin' in the Lear
I'm on vacation with blue, we Ballin over here
I'm doing shows overseas they love me out there
I'm layin' in the lawn chair, honey's feeding me grapes
I live the lavish life, ya'll love to hate
Thousand dollar bling, hundred thousand dollar cribs
They treat me like a king cuz' ballin ain't a thing

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Ballin is my hobby (Ballin) x 16

[Verse 2: Page]

A'yo ballin flossin, when you see my drive by
24's on the feet, so the boy ride high
I'm swervin' in the gas guzzler, Alpine bumpin' the
808, you hear it from 2 miles away
PAGE on the plate, cuz' I'm a boss
And I don't need all the beat's when I say that I'm flossi'
Me and Caddy in the G-Wag, the bitches love the G Swag
(Bleeped) Mag, going to put you in the (Bleeped)
So don't reach for my chain, unless you killin
Cuz' I cook beef, like a George Foreman Griller
Man, the bass on the beat, got my styrofoam cups spillin, (Spillin)
So my live motherfuckers, throw your hands in the ceilin'
Cuz' this is a big track, like I over fed it
I throw money in the air, let it rain it's ready
Cuz' Page is a Don, The diamonds on my arm
Medallions on my neck, I'm just Ballin

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Ballin is my hobby (Ballin) x 16