K-Mac
Ballin’ like a bitch (Bitch)
You can’t tell me nothin’ ’cause I’m ballin’ like a bitch (Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh)
Filthy ass rich (Rich)
Swimmin’ in this money ’cause I’m ballin’ like, b-ballin’ like a (Ballin’ like a)
Ballin’ like a bitch (Bitch)
B-B-B-Ballin’ like a bitch (Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh)
Filthy ass rich (Rich)
Swimmin’ in this money ’cause I’m ballin’ like, b-ballin’ like a (Ballin’ like a)
Look, BBC hat clean, diamond snap hook (Hook)
Take a picture with it like it’s my last look (Look)
G-gold MacBook, cost a hunnid Gs (Gs)
I don’t fuck with rats (Rats), I throw away the cheese (Cheese)
I’m ballin’, baby, you see this nigga shine (Shine)
I’m runnin’ shit, ha, finish line
K-Mac cook that beat, I eat it like it’s dinner time
Awards show gimme mine, loud and clear, intercom
Listen up (Up), I show you how to stunt (Stunt)
Pocket full of money, you should see what’s in the trunk (Trunk)
That bass got that bump (Bump), that shit that make you jump (Jump)
Ballin’ like a bitch, throw it up, slam dunk (Dunk)
V-neck like a guido, rollin’ dice in the casino (‘sino)
Three bad chicks rollin’ trips, Cee-Lo
What’s done is done, ain’t no comin’ back
I’m ballin’ like a bitch, roger that
It’s Breezy, baby
Ballin’ like a bitch (Bitch)
You can’t tell me nothin’ ’cause I’m ballin’ like a bitch (Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh)
Filthy ass rich (Rich)
Swimmin’ in this money ’cause I’m ballin’ like, b-ballin’ like a (Ballin’ like a)
I’m ballin’ like a bitch (Bow, ballin’)
Ballin’ like a bitch (Bow, ballin’)
B-B-Ballin’ like a bitch (Bow, bow)
Watch me do my shit
‘Cause I’m ballin’ like a bitch (Bow, ballin’)
Ballin’ like a bitch (Bow, ballin’)
Ballin’ like a bitch (Bow, bow)
Watch me take your chick
Uh, snapback nigga back up in this bitch (Bitch)
Throw ’em by the 100s, watchin’ strippers do the splits (Splits)
Gon’ hit that flex, I ain’t trippin’ on the bitches
Prolly one out of a 10 in California I ain’t hit
Bitch, I’m raw, smell that shit
Hold our jaw up in your lips
Get a silly straw, have a sip, ha ha
Motherfuckin’ Tyga, she ain’t met me, then she lyin’
I pull that rocker out, nigga, David and Goliath
Melt your fuckin’ face, boy, like that nigga on the Wire
Them niggas washed up, need a dryer, dry ’em
Free my brother Weezy, now we back up on your TV
I’m rollin’ at 250, speedin’ me, my nigga Breezy
Right behind me, R-R-Range Rove’, T-Rell, mean ho
Bunch a bad bitches, too tired, tell ’em bitches what to do (Do)
It’s Young Money ’til the death bed
If anythin’, we the best and it’s probably this
B-B-Ballin’ like a bitch (Bitch)
You can’t tell me nothin’ ’cause I’m ballin’ like a bitch (Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh)
Filthy ass rich (Rich)
Swimmin’ in this money ’cause I’m ballin’ like, b-ballin’ like a (Ballin’ like a)
I’m ballin’ like a bitch (Bow, ballin’)
Ballin’ like a bitch (Bow, ballin’)
B-B-Ballin’ like a bitch (Bow, bow)
Watch me do my shit
‘Cause I’m ballin’ like a bitch (Bow, ballin’)
Ballin’ like a bitch (Bow, ballin’)
Ballin’ like a bitch (Bow, bow)
Watch me take your chick
Living Large: The World of “Ballin”
“Ballin” by Chris Brown is an unabashed celebration of wealth, success, and living life to the fullest. The lyrics exude confidence and bravado, with Brown and featured artists boasting about their financial status, high-end lifestyles, and the envy they inspire. Lines about designer gear, luxury cars, and the company of beautiful women paint a vivid picture of the opulent world the song inhabits. The recurring hook, “Ballin’ like a bitch,” reinforces the theme of being untouchable and on top of the game, while the energetic delivery and catchy beat make the track an anthem for self-assurance and ambition.
Breaking Down the Swagger
Each verse dives deeper into the artists’ outlook on success, highlighting their disdain for negativity and their focus on enjoying the rewards of their hard work. Chris Brown and Tyga trade lines filled with witty wordplay and bold claims, adding flavor and personality to the track. Ultimately, “Ballin” is not just about material wealth; it’s about the attitude of winning and embracing a lifestyle where limits don’t exist.
Song Credits
- Artist: Chris Brown
- Featured Artist: Tyga
- Songwriters: Chris Brown, Tyga, Kevin McCall
- Release Year: 2012