Hollow Tip - Keep Ballin' Lyrics

[talking]
No linen, just thugged out in denim ugh
Nigga
Yo, nigga

[Hollow Tip]
I gotta get my money on everyday of the week
Ridin' super clean old school drops on gold feet
Roll sweets wit the bomb in it
Smokin' on bomb spinach
Ride by you wit the 100 spokes spinnin'
No linen, I'm just thugged out in denim
Make 'em call me Nelsiano when I'm in 'em
Nigga, I'm on a mission
Wit this real shit that I write
Late night flights in and outta Cali tryna get it right
I got it tight now I'm papered up
Paid as f*ck, hard time stains, drops and Blazer trucks
Hollow tear shit up
Come through set shit down
Snatch a bitch out the club
Hop in the drop and let it pound
Just to clown
Cuz nigga I been down so long
Stop lyin' in your songs
How you ridin' on chrome
I got zones and I'm dumpin' them cheap
So holla back and we can make some dolla stacks
And we can all live fat cuz I...

[Chorus x2]
Keep ballin', keep ballin'
Keep ballin', keep ballin'

[Hollow Tip]
I keep the gold thangs spinnin' all day and night
My mommy always said it'll be alright
I shot a kite to my folks locked down in Korkrin
Then I flew to Portland, flipped new Jordan's
It's important to get your money on right now
Or watch a bitch jock when my top go down
It's like "Wow, that young nigga doin his thing"
Pinky ring, chain swingin' while I'm pullin' these strings
Sacramento King like J. Will, get paid skrill
Nigga try to cross me, get sprayed for real
F*ck a house on a hill
I'm in the ghetto livin' plush
Everything rimmed up
Jean suit, Timmed up
Come and get trimmed up
Lights get dimmed up
Open fire from the cuts and bloody your brim up
I had enough
I gotta get my paper on steady
Overflowin' like the levy
And still tryna wet me

[Chorus x2]

[Hollow Tip]
I gotta get my money on wit the heart of a souljah
F*ckin' off money
Throwin' motors in Chevy Nova's
When I turned 17, I was ridin' on 17's
Hustlin' all night, big ballin', and sellin' cream
Everything , I never had, I'm tryna get it
Bitch I'm tryna f*ck
Bounce if you ain't wit it
I got paper to get
Major paper to split
Plus a hard top stain on 17 's that twist
F*ck a bitch
I got major weight to flip, gettin' these chips
Nigga we can all be rich
I got paper on my mind
And I'm chasin' it all the time
F*ck them soft niggas
I'm livin' the life of crime
Gettin' mine, f*ck y'alls
Everybody can't ball
So I hustle all night 'til my pockets is tall
So I can crawl on 100's and vogues
F*ckin' your hoes, now you wanna start a riot at my show

[Chorus x2]

I'm gonna get my money on
And it won't be long before it's gone
Me and baby gonna do this today
We gonna sit back and get paid
Ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin'
Gettin' it on when the doe is gone, oh