Ballin' Uncontrollably

[Intro] Ya, We gots money baby, I'm talking about, talking about that long money, when you see us come through, you just know... [Hook] Ballin' Uncontrollably [Verse 1] Man, I got everything candy-painted, candy-painted tint, it's so dark I'd be lying if I said I ain't hit at least nine of my friends Plus, I got so much candy paint in my rims Paint be flyin' off my car be candy paintin' the neighborhood kids I got that whole block lookin' like it's Candyland Ask about me, man, they be like, there go the candy man I park the car in the garage and go in and Come back the next mornin', the rims are still spinnin' Hit the doors on that Phantom, man, that shit looks like the Batmobile Thirty-two inch rims, shit, I ain't even got no wheels Custom-fitted, custom-kitted wood grain Custom everything, what's that on the seat, custom mustard stain Now let's go hit the mall, y'all know that we finna ball Get out the car, they be like, ah, there go them superstars Hit every single store, flash a fuckin' wad of cash But I ain't buying shit, bitch, kiss my candy-painted ass, we [Hook] [Verse 2] Hit the corner liquor store to get Corona, tip the owners Sipped it on the way out as I dipped, I wanna rip the road up And I'mma hit the cinema and I'mma get the hoes When I be at a theater shit, anything goes I'm ballin' outta control, girls know I'm loaded with dough But shit, I'm stingy as fuck, I'm fuckin' stingy as hoes These bitches don't get a crumb, and it come but I'm like what up Shut up, bitch, sit up, get up off them knees, my candy paint's enough If you're lucky, I'll let you hug me, but that's all you get Then I'mma split, disappear, a cloud of smoke is all you see [Hook] [Verse 3] Bitch, get the fuck out my car if we ain't finna fuck I'm horny as fuck bitch, are you suckin' my dick or what I'll fuck a chick in the butt, I really don't give a shit Is pretty Marshall gonna have to go choke me a bitch You fuckin' keyed up my Benz bitch, I beat up my friends Don't think I won't beat a bitch, I'll kick a six-year-old in the ribs You fuckin' retard, I'll have you suckin' farts out my seat I'll teach you not to know how to control your bowels when you eat What the fuck do you think that colostomy bag is for, looks? I ain't waste nine bullets on you for you to not sing no hooks I fuckin' take a Make a Wish Foundation patient with me How 'bout some coke inside of your saline solution IV Turn around and use it on me, you tryna snort all my keys You fuckin' get in back, you're comin' to Florida with me Tell your momma I'mma drop you off at the hospital later We finna make this run, take this gun and cover me, Slater and quit your [Hook] [Outro] Tracy, I joined this class cuz I thought I’d be cooking with a partner But she’s never here, and I don’t get twice the credit for all the work I didn't invent odd numbers Seth I know, but I’m over here in my unit, every day, cooking my terrible-tasting food, and then I gotta look over at Evan, I mean look at him, it looks like the most fun I’ve ever seen in my entire life. And, I’m just saying, I wash and dry, I’m like a single mother. And, no offense but, everyone takes this class to get an A and it’s bullshit, but uh no offense, I’m just saying. And I’m not putting down your profession, but when am I gonna need to cook tiramisu? Am I gonna be a chef? No. There’s 3 weeks left in school, give me a freaking break, sorry for cursing. OH MY GOD that’s like the coolest fucking story I’ve ever heard in my life, it’s insane. Can you tell us again? Do you have time? Tracy, Tracy, can you hear me? I’m in the car right now. Listen, I am McLovin, yeah. McLovin in the house! McLovin in the house! Yeah