Ballin Like Nash by Babyboy Jay Lyrics
Intro:
Babyboy, aye yeah
Hold up wait one minute, I’m bouta get in my bag
Aye yeah
Hook:
Hold up wait one minute, I’m bouta get in my bag
Remember when the house ain’t even had bread crums in it, niggas was scratching for cash
Times real hard bet you you can’t take the place I’m in, niggas been struggling bad
Got a lil bitch with a real thick ass, feigning for the money I’m in love with quick cash
Stats real good I got numbers elevating like the sun, nigga been ballin like Nash
Fucking with the kid on the low She say tell me you thе one, oouu baby yeen gotta ask
Demons in my head I been fighting I been holding on a tonе, slumped out lean in my step
Dripped out nigga know heen gon step, pink toe kissing on my Louie V TAT
Verse:
Road to the riches be richer than porter
Itching for paper I got a disorder
You Play you lay that’s law n order
I hit for free fuck nigga you bought her
Watch out when the gang come thru on the backroad riding w my niggas in a mini coupe
Can’ fuck with no bitch who be service hadda tell the pretty young lady we through
Call from my dawg n told he me it’s urgent, said he need a wingman hoes by the 2’s
Ion fuck with niggas know most of them fruit
Switching for these women that’s what most a them do
Baby came through hair slick like glue, put you on game that’s what I might do
Can’t tell time in my new time piece, quarter after you can’t fuck with my crew
Ties with the gang got strips like Greece, dopeboy drip white nikes on too
Trap got white like pipes on a roof, rockstar jeans with spikes on too
Hook:
Hold up wait one minute, I’m bouta get in my bag
Remember when the house ain’t even had bread crums in it, niggas was scratching for cash
Times real hard bet you you can’t take the place I’m in, niggas been struggling bad
Got a lil bitch with a real thick ass, feigning for the money I’m in love with quick cash
Stats real good I got numbers elevating like the sun, nigga been ballin like Nash
Fucking with the kid on the low She say tell me you the one, oouu baby yeen gotta ask
Demons in my head I been fighting I been holding on a tone, slumped out lean in my step
Dripped out nigga know heen gon step, pink toe kissing on my Louie V TAT
Babyboy, aye yeah
Hold up wait one minute, I’m bouta get in my bag
Aye yeah
Hook:
Hold up wait one minute, I’m bouta get in my bag
Remember when the house ain’t even had bread crums in it, niggas was scratching for cash
Times real hard bet you you can’t take the place I’m in, niggas been struggling bad
Got a lil bitch with a real thick ass, feigning for the money I’m in love with quick cash
Stats real good I got numbers elevating like the sun, nigga been ballin like Nash
Fucking with the kid on the low She say tell me you thе one, oouu baby yeen gotta ask
Demons in my head I been fighting I been holding on a tonе, slumped out lean in my step
Dripped out nigga know heen gon step, pink toe kissing on my Louie V TAT
Verse:
Road to the riches be richer than porter
Itching for paper I got a disorder
You Play you lay that’s law n order
I hit for free fuck nigga you bought her
Watch out when the gang come thru on the backroad riding w my niggas in a mini coupe
Can’ fuck with no bitch who be service hadda tell the pretty young lady we through
Call from my dawg n told he me it’s urgent, said he need a wingman hoes by the 2’s
Ion fuck with niggas know most of them fruit
Switching for these women that’s what most a them do
Baby came through hair slick like glue, put you on game that’s what I might do
Can’t tell time in my new time piece, quarter after you can’t fuck with my crew
Ties with the gang got strips like Greece, dopeboy drip white nikes on too
Trap got white like pipes on a roof, rockstar jeans with spikes on too
Hook:
Hold up wait one minute, I’m bouta get in my bag
Remember when the house ain’t even had bread crums in it, niggas was scratching for cash
Times real hard bet you you can’t take the place I’m in, niggas been struggling bad
Got a lil bitch with a real thick ass, feigning for the money I’m in love with quick cash
Stats real good I got numbers elevating like the sun, nigga been ballin like Nash
Fucking with the kid on the low She say tell me you the one, oouu baby yeen gotta ask
Demons in my head I been fighting I been holding on a tone, slumped out lean in my step
Dripped out nigga know heen gon step, pink toe kissing on my Louie V TAT