Ballin on the Low

Throwin' that, yeah a lil' that
I got extra cash off that
I see y’all laugh, y’all off track
I got all that I need
Got some fine weed, fine chick
Til' my homies call her my bitch, but that’s my queen
I ain’t sayin' what is right; I’m just sayin' what I see when I write
Bite for bite, not no bacon, egg and cheese, nah, we on french cuisine for the
night, and it’s light, but I’m hype, 'cause I’m
Ballin' on the low, ballin' on, ballin' on the low
All this fuckin' dough, we got (?) and it’s runnin' low
Ballin' on the low, *I fleed (?)*
All this fuckin' dough, *Stay freeze, eight eighths a week*
Yeah that make her «O», make me dumb so I buy a whole
Now it’s done, smoked it to the dome, and I gotta go
I don’t know; Cause I’m high-high off that audible like I done throw,
it be super if you got an Uber, I got cash to throw.