We Ballin'

[Hook:] I'm ballin', we ballin', she ballin', and we ballin' And they foulin', and they callin', and we stylin' cause we ballin' We ballin', we ballin', we ballin', we ballin', we ballin' [Verse 1: Young Thug] Uh-um, I'm not a raper But you might catch us flyin' out to Vegas, to cop a couple acres But we ain't coppin' no waiter cause shit I'm the waiter Why? Cause she make me wait for her Now I adore her (?) I tried (?) at the top but cash you're still above it And if you think you can fold this cash, you may pack up and leave And I'm through talkin', so I'mma let the song bleed Like yeah, like yeah, like yeah And that felt like (?) the throne And I took me a shot of Patron And I called that ho phone and told her get back (?) But if she don't [Hook:] [Verse 2: Young Thug] She say she fuckin' with me So you know I'm fuckin' with her back Like the tag on her shirt but that's crazy But I don't like the tags on my shirt, yeah And I be playin' around with her like a kidder But I ain't need to kid her, but I fuck with the rock crew And I'm pro so I had to pro kid her, yeah Now all the boys dig her And she like, Thug are you kid And I was like nah, this a mink, not a (?) Ain't draw on your car, that's a ribbon And yeah, I be really freestylin', this wasn't written [Hook:] [Verse 3: Joc Lowe] I'm rollin' up them ball bats 2 grams and a Giant, what you call that? This shit taste like some fresh fruit Lean back and blow it out the roof Vanilla seats in the coupe Windows tinted and it's bulletproof Call them bitches and they comin' through Don't miss your blessin' baby, achu YSL on my shoes My bitch name Jimmy Cho Man I swear my religion true I'm (?) tested like I got the flu Any bitches say that I'm the truth Me and Thug with them foreigns, back to back with the pistols drew