[Intro: Berner]
Ain't it a trip?
Yeah
[Verse 1: Berner]
Ain't it crazy? Quarter-ticket barely get me to move
I got sick of losin' cash in the mail, so we flew
I told Bagg I got a bag to turn the city back up
If the .40 cal clap, it make your homies back up
I'm from the Bay, we don't play, yeah, this yay in the trust
If they make a play, shit, they better pay me a cut
I'm smokin' shit so loud, done kicked me out of my room
Sell a pack, tuck the paper, then we jumped on a Zoom
We young, fly millionaires at my lil' spot in Tulum
Just to watch the sun set when I'm off of the shrooms
Stock rims on the Benz, the doors hеavy as fuck
He want another fifty, tell him sеnd me a buck
These are rocks on my pinky, all quality stones
Half a ticket for the chain, I should've bought me a home
Worldwide in the '90s, I was playin' with Bev (With the plug)
Early 2000s, started movin' with Webs
Stash spot is a mansion, once the tunnel is dug
We can ditch the floor safe hidden under the rug
I'm really ballin'
Yeah, and the money keep callin'
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin'
(These bitches really know who ballin', why them boys so fraudulent?)
The money keep callin', callin', callin', callin'
(I got money on my line, your credit card declinin', yeah)
We really ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin'
(It's mine, I spend it, seen his bitch with me, I hit it, yeah)
The money keep callin', callin', callin', callin'
(Hello? She with us now, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
If I'm not at home, she with us now (Us now)
Backstage, she gon' bust down (Bust down)
And the pack just touched down (Touched down)
Another pack just touched down, oh-woah (Oh)
[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
Money callin', let me click over, matter fact, nigga, I'ma hit you back (Gone)
I'm from Memphis, where it get gritty, make a dummy brick out of Similac (Straight up)
Disrespectful-ass trapper, sellin' anything off the name on the pack (Weed)
Post a picture in the Maybach just to throw 'em off, I was in the 'Lac (Sike)
Smokin', sippin' Ace of Spade, peepin' all the hate behind Louis shades (See it)
Runnin', gunnin', paper chase, hundred K, wow, you made my day (Woo)
Rolly-polly, presi' plain, rose-gold Loaf Boy chain
Streets taught me everything (Yeah), pockets full of hundreds, I'll never change (Never)
He got a problem with me (Why?), probably mad I fucked his bitch (Ugh)
On Twitter talkin' shit (Hah), chill out, you can't duck a switch (Frrt)
She got tricked on by many men, I ain't pay fifty cent (I'm P)
In a world with fake motherfuckers, I'm real as it get
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin'
(These bitches really know who ballin', why them boys so fraudulent?)
The money keep callin', callin', callin', callin'
(I got money on my line, your credit card declinin', yeah)
We really ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin'
(It's mine, I spend it, seen his bitch with me, I hit it, yeah)
The money keep callin', callin', callin', callin'
(Hello? She with us now, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
If I'm not at home, she with us now (Us now)
Backstage, she gon' bust down (Bust down)
And the pack just touched down (Touched down)
Another pack just touched down, oh-woah (Oh)
[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
These bitches really know who ballin', why them boys so fraudulent?
I got money on my line, your credit card declinin', yeah
It's mine, I spend it, seen his bitch with me, I hit it, yeah
Hello? She with us now, yeah, yeah, yeah
