Ballin - Lil Wayne

Raj Smoove, ooo boy

Raj Smoove the Greatest DJ in the world

I Wear a mean dark pair of shades

And you cant see my eyes unless my head is bent

We stay high on that 5 0 4 shit (New Orleans)

Some day I all the time and you know this

We stay high on that 5 0 4 shit (New Orleans)

Some day I all the time and you know this

Look straight out of the garage on a hog and you know i redo the insides like

the morgue (x3)

The coup blue like that dude on mars

Ridin with the bitch prettier than the da barge

Mommy want a soldier baby im a sarge if you cant have me but cant have a menarge

Now rub me wrong and fuck up my massage and these flowers for the dead better

get them a cizarge

Yea, head nigga enlarge and every thing i do i San Deigo charge

While you niggas just starve, im eating so much imma fuck around and barf

And red is the color of my scarf, and understand to a giant your a dwarf

My flows goin off, im so sick all i gotta do is cough

We stay high on that 5 0 4 shit (New Orleans)

Some day I all the time and you know this

We stay high on that 5 0 4 shit (New Orleans)

Some day I all the time and you know this

Bitch I come from the bottum of the map, New Orleans, Louisana we love to pack

gats, we love to count stacks, we love pump pack, love killin the track, Me,

Wayne, Roney, and Mack

This some Hollygrove shit here and imma bang it in your ear till you get it

clear

Ya heard that, thats my word and i meant that, dont tempt me i leave your bitch

up in your bentley, believe me

(Roney)

Its Roney nigga back in the game, straight off the block baggin the game

Now run till you heard me rappin wit Wayne, Run tell you heard me rappin insane

Yea, im off in this bitch, puffin dro guards in this bitch, im leanin in this

bitch, we got freaks in the bitch, and we deep in this bitch

We stay high on that 5 0 4 shit (New Orleans)

Some day I all the time and you know this

We stay high on that 5 0 4 shit (New Orleans)

Some day I all the time and you know this

I got a thing for them big trucks, big fine bitches with good jug and big butts

5'4"mommies with nice head and fake tits

That dont get loose off goose and proly act up

5'7"bitches with bow legs that take dick

All they really need is 2 pills and 6 blunts

Wake up in the morning, and count money, and make grits, she dont really know

no English so we dont say shit

Chea, Wayne said let it rain on em, mother nature with the paper doin the mack

maine on them

Yeah, like their one thousand like whoosh, like there go two thousand, BALLIN

Now shake that ass like you came, pay your cable bill and your tryin to watch

the saints on your sixty inch hitachi, livin like Liberachi, sportin the latest

versace, shotty and mazaradi, dodgin the paparazzi, A.C. Cole like the heart of

nazis, this years classic like old school herachees, you get your grill cooked

like it was hibachi, word the cousin rod need us