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      Str8 Ballin

      ScHoolboy Q

      Album: Blank Face

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      ScHoolboy Q - Str8 Ballin Música y Letra

      Figured that I gotta sell dope, or the money won't grow
      Figured I was Too Short, and I could never turn pro
      You could tell I never had shit, but bet I get that 80 grand wrist
      Told me we could never get rich
      Now watch me ride the chevy hit the switch
      Straight ballin' like a bitch
      Aye, riding through the city on chrome
      Ghetto nigga out the sunroof, hey, four keys bitch please
      Straight ballin' like a bitch
      Flossin' in the mind, stuntin' like the first, shufflin' the work
      Uh, I done came from the dirt
      Now the engine make the tire go skrrt
      Used to sleep with roaches cracky uncle and all
      Now a hundred thousand just a hour involved
      So easy how I make a mill' flip
      Snoop ain't the only rich crip nigga
      From sleepin' on Tops couch to multiple bank accounts
      To havin' me a mall for house
      They tried to slim my chances as kid though
      They always said I'd never make it big though
      Straight ballin' like a bitch
      
      Picture me rollin'
      Straight outta the ghetto to a deal thats a apartment in the sky
      I used to smoke bush, now all this kush got me so high
      Yeah, so high
      I used to smoke bush, now all this kush got me so high
      Straight ballin' like a bitch
      Straight ballin' like a bitch
      So high
      Straight ballin' like a bitch
      Straight ballin' like a bitch
      Straight ballin' like a bitch
      
      Aye, wait, waitin' on my turn to get paid
      Nigga trying to make a mill a day
      Put that rental on in the interstate
      Since a youngin' I was gifted
      Momma gave me some things for the bitches
      Bruh I go through some things you gotta witness
      Stomach get to mumblin' at night
      Watchin' every car that drive by, lookin' every driver in the eye
      52nd enterprise, marchin' in these chucks like they boots
      Money make a pussy get the juice
      Money make the copper give a pass
      Money make me cop a bigger roof
      Money got me skippin' every class
      Tryna kill em for the summer
      The teachers ain't teachin' the judge taught us numbers
      We was raised by single mothers
      Pop once took us undercover
      So in the streets we learned colors
      Hiding from the reaper tryna' dodge the cage
      This shit I've done to rhyme on this stage
      I went from king of the the corner
      To breaking down weed on my diploma
      Straight ballin' like a bitch
      
      Picture me rollin'
      Straight outta the ghetto to a deal thats a apartment in the sky
      Straight ballin' like a bitch
      Picture me rollin'
      I used to smoke bush, now all this kush got me so high
      Yeah, so high
      I used to smoke bush, now all this kush got me so high
      Straight ballin' like a bitch
      Straight ballin' like a bitch
      So high, So high, Yeah
      Straight ballin' like a bitch
      Straight ballin' like a bitch
      Straight ballin' like a bitch

      ScHoolboy Q - Str8 Ballin Música y Letra

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