Ballin...' Got my shades on blocking my blinkers and my thinkings with my purp' BlackBerry notification blinking the location where it's at 'don't keep me waiting...' way she speaking think they're just about to start and this outfit not even fitting * listen * on the wrist tho, these gold-balls more connected, than Linked-In * liking how she thinking * Luis Vuitton on and all pants flown in from London pull them on, can John Wick a * not a wrinkle * peepin the time entrance to cause a ripple my swag froze still enough to let it trickle this trip, ofcourse it cost a triple y'all in, fit up in the whip that track don't let it skip... driving stick, hot curves * thoughts that starts to drift secrets Victoria told, yh those, they start to rip scissor-doors with windows waterproof-ed leather seats and bcuz I work with weather you cud tell how wet it gets... streets keep callin Buh, * we Ballin they swear they're cuming Buh, * they're stallin my *'s say we all in cuz we Ballin with the cologne on alone known make her moan no need to break it down like I was late for a photoshoot the colour of my coupe paparrazi want a scoop lotus? nah more like Porsche ballin, on the courts like the way I climb the charts call the ref to make it stop L-Double make it drop dribble, nipple nibbling awkward bounce on the dunk with da funk, of 'the Fonz' baby head there pounding and I only gave an ounce ouch!, alley-hoop 360, finger-rolling, I cud do nigga shoot clicky-clack-clacking red dots upon my shoes I guess, yes they're just watching *'s move have them hating on my crew wit the ballin that we do learning that we're learned * while we churning for the juice like she bawlin at me too calling me names, like I was 2 hell yea L2, who are you? lion from the islands party getting wilder than a zoo...