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ballin'\nYou know my whips is foreign\nMan, you niggas play the bench and you know my niggas startin'\nMotherfucka, back to ballin'\nI'm talking black Ferrari\nStraight cash made a hundred forty stacks this mornin'\nI'm talking ten chains, casino lights\nRed bottoms, mosquito bites\n\nBad batch, get your head cracked, Cee-lo dice\nMotherfucka, back to ballin'\nStart to finish, you start, I finish\nBottle after bottle like fuck my kidneys\n\nEvery time we roll up, doors go up, and them panties fallin'\nFallin' fallin' fallin' fallin' fallin' fallin' fallin'\nTalk, all my niggas tore up from the floor up\nAnd all those whips is foreign\nWhips is foreign, whips is foreign, them whips is foreign\n\nNigga back to ballin'\nLil bit like Patrick Johnson\nNever sold much dope, but I know\nSome nights I heard that trap was callin'\nNigga, back to ballin'\nKD, Rondo, and Lebronin'\nFound life is about chasing dreams\nDon't worry how I got these commas\nComas, commas, I'm a, rider\nLot of, ganja, e-z wider\nBut I paid five stacks for a garment\nLeave the cherry up and a high set\nHugo boss be the outfit\nAnd a pair of some never coming out shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Back 2 Ballin'\n  artist: Wale\n  album: Turn up da Block\n  duration_ms: 187000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You niggas serving up a bad batch, too much bakin' on it\n  Bakin' on it, bakin' on it, bakin' on it...\n  As-salamu alaykum, homie\n  Got it, whip it, lost it, flip it\n  Now a nigga back to ballin'\n  Back to ballin', back to ballin', back to ballin'\n  I ain't even playing, homie\n  Got it, lost it, got it, spent it\n  Got it, now I'm back to ballin'\n  Ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin'\n  Nigga, I got it, lost it, got it, spent it\n  Got it, now I'm back to ballin'\n  Ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin'\n\n  Nigga, I seen her, booked her, took her to my hotel, no that's not my problem\n  Problem, problem, problem\n  Cause I get right to the chicken\n  Ain't trick with other bitches\n\n  Don't worry if I never call her\n  Call her, call her, call her (french)\n\n  Motherfucker, back to ballin'\n  You know my whips is foreign\n  Man, you niggas play the bench and you know my niggas startin'\n  Motherfucka, back to ballin'\n  I'm talking black Ferrari\n  Straight cash made a hundred forty stacks this mornin'\n  I'm talking ten chains, casino lights\n  Red bottoms, mosquito bites\n\n  Bad batch, get your head cracked, Cee-lo dice\n  Motherfucka, back to ballin'\n  Start to finish, you start, I finish\n  Bottle after bottle like fuck my kidneys\n\n  Every time we roll up, doors go up, and them panties fallin'\n  Fallin' fallin' fallin' fallin' fallin' fallin' fallin'\n  Talk, all my niggas tore up from the floor up\n  And all those whips is foreign\n  Whips is foreign, whips is foreign, them whips is foreign\n\n  Nigga back to ballin'\n  Lil bit like Patrick Johnson\n  Never sold much dope, but I know\n  Some nights I heard that trap was callin'\n  Nigga, back to ballin'\n  KD, Rondo, and Lebronin'\n  Found life is about chasing dreams\n  Don't worry how I got these commas\n  Comas, commas, I'm a, rider\n  Lot of, ganja, e-z wider\n  But I paid five stacks for a garment\n  Leave the cherry up and a high set\n  Hugo boss be the outfit\n  And a pair of some never coming out shit\n"},{"id":19187716,"name":"Back 2 Ballin","trackName":"Back 2 Ballin","artistName":"Wale","albumName":"The Gifted","duration":201.6399999,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You niggas serving up a bad batch, too much bakin' on it\nBakin' on it, bakin' on it, bakin' on it...\nAs-salamu alaykum, homie\nGot it, whip it, lost it, flip it\nNow a nigga back to ballin'\nBack to ballin', back to ballin', back to ballin'\nI ain't even playing, homie\nGot it, lost it, got it, spent it\nGot it, now I'm back to ballin'\nBallin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin'\nNigga, I got it, lost it, got it, spent it\nGot it, now I'm back to ballin'\nBallin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin'\n\nNigga, I seen her, booked her, took her to my hotel, no that's not my problem\nProblem, problem, problem\nCause I get right to the chicken\nAin't trick with other bitches\n\nDon't worry if I never call her\nCall her, call her, call her (french)\n\nMotherfucker, back to ballin'\nYou know my whips is foreign\nMan, you niggas play the bench and you know my niggas startin'\nMotherfucka, back to ballin'\nI'm talking black Ferrari\nStraight cash made a hundred forty stacks this mornin'\nI'm talking ten chains, casino lights\nRed bottoms, mosquito bites\n\nBad batch, get your head cracked, Cee-lo dice\nMotherfucka, back to ballin'\nStart to finish, you start, I finish\nBottle after bottle like fuck my kidneys\n\nEvery time we roll up, doors go up, and them panties fallin'\nFallin' fallin' fallin' fallin' fallin' fallin' fallin'\nTalk, all my niggas 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bench and you know my niggas startin'\nMotherfucka, back to ballin'\nI'm talking black Ferrari\nStraight cash made a hundred forty stacks this mornin'\nI'm talking ten chains, casino lights\nRed bottoms, mosquito bites\n\nBad batch, get your head cracked, Cee-lo dice\nMotherfucka, back to ballin'\nStart to finish, you start, I finish\nBottle after bottle like fuck my kidneys\n\nEvery time we roll up, doors go up, and them panties fallin'\nFallin' fallin' fallin' fallin' fallin' fallin' fallin'\nTalk, all my niggas tore up from the floor up\nAnd all those whips is foreign\nWhips is foreign, whips is foreign, them whips is foreign\n\nNigga back to ballin'\nLil bit like Patrick Johnson\nNever sold much dope, but I know\nSome nights I heard that trap was callin'\nNigga, back to ballin'\nKD, Rondo, and Lebronin'\nFound life is about chasing dreams\nDon't worry how I got these commas\nComas, commas, I'm a, rider\nLot of, ganja, e-z wider\nBut I paid five stacks for a garment\nLeave the 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Nigga, back to ballin'\n  KD, Rondo, and Lebronin'\n  Found life is about chasing dreams\n  Don't worry how I got these commas\n  Comas, commas, I'm a, rider\n  Lot of, ganja, e-z wider\n  But I paid five stacks for a garment\n  Leave the cherry up and a high set\n  Hugo boss be the outfit\n  And a pair of some never coming out shit\n"},{"id":25739157,"name":"Back 2 Ballin","trackName":"Back 2 Ballin","artistName":"Wale","albumName":"Sampler 2012","duration":203.60475,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You niggas serving up a bad batch, too much bakin' on it\nBakin' on it, bakin' on it, bakin' on it...\nAs-salamu alaykum, homie\nGot it, whip it, lost it, flip it\nNow a nigga back to ballin'\nBack to ballin', back to ballin', back to ballin'\nI ain't even playing, homie\nGot it, lost it, got it, spent it\nGot it, now I'm back to ballin'\nBallin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin'\nNigga, I got it, lost it, got it, spent it\nGot it, now I'm back to ballin'\nBallin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin'\n\nNigga, I seen her, booked her, took her to my hotel, no that's not my problem\nProblem, problem, problem\nCause I get right to the chicken\nAin't trick with other bitches\n\nDon't worry if I never call her\nCall her, call her, call her (french)\n\nMotherfucker, back to ballin'\nYou know my whips is foreign\nMan, you niggas play the bench and you know my niggas startin'\nMotherfucka, back to ballin'\nI'm talking black Ferrari\nStraight cash made a hundred forty stacks this mornin'\nI'm talking ten chains, casino lights\nRed bottoms, mosquito bites\n\nBad batch, get your head cracked, Cee-lo dice\nMotherfucka, back to ballin'\nStart to finish, you start, I finish\nBottle after bottle like fuck my kidneys\n\nEvery time we roll up, doors go up, and them panties fallin'\nFallin' fallin' fallin' fallin' fallin' fallin' fallin'\nTalk, all my niggas tore up from the floor up\nAnd all those whips is foreign\nWhips is foreign, 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spent it\n  Got it, now I'm back to ballin'\n  Ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin'\n  Nigga, I got it, lost it, got it, spent it\n  Got it, now I'm back to ballin'\n  Ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin'\n\n  Nigga, I seen her, booked her, took her to my hotel, no that's not my problem\n  Problem, problem, problem\n  Cause I get right to the chicken\n  Ain't trick with other bitches\n\n  Don't worry if I never call her\n  Call her, call her, call her (french)\n\n  Motherfucker, back to ballin'\n  You know my whips is foreign\n  Man, you niggas play the bench and you know my niggas startin'\n  Motherfucka, back to ballin'\n  I'm talking black Ferrari\n  Straight cash made a hundred forty stacks this mornin'\n  I'm talking ten chains, casino lights\n  Red bottoms, mosquito bites\n\n  Bad batch, get your head cracked, Cee-lo dice\n  Motherfucka, back to ballin'\n  Start to finish, you start, I finish\n  Bottle after bottle like fuck my kidneys\n\n  Every time we roll up, doors go up, and them panties fallin'\n  Fallin' fallin' fallin' fallin' fallin' fallin' fallin'\n  Talk, all my niggas tore up from the floor up\n  And all those whips is foreign\n  Whips is foreign, whips is foreign, them whips is foreign\n\n  Nigga back to ballin'\n  Lil bit like Patrick Johnson\n  Never sold much dope, but I know\n  Some nights I heard that trap was callin'\n  Nigga, back to ballin'\n  KD, Rondo, and Lebronin'\n  Found life is about chasing dreams\n  Don't worry how I got these commas\n  Comas, commas, I'm a, rider\n  Lot of, ganja, e-z wider\n  But I paid five stacks for a garment\n  Leave the cherry up and a high set\n  Hugo boss be the outfit\n  And a pair of some never coming out shit\n"},{"id":6807843,"name":"Back 2 Ballin'","trackName":"Back 2 Ballin'","artistName":"Wale feat. 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French Montana","albumName":"Folarin","duration":202.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You niggas serving up a bad batch, too much bakin' on it\nBakin' on it, bakin' on it, bakin' on it...\nAs-salamu alaykum, homie\nGot it, whip it, lost it, flip it\nNow a nigga back to ballin'\nBack to ballin', back to ballin', back to ballin'\nI ain't even playing, homie\nGot it, lost it, got it, spent it\nGot it, now I'm back to ballin'\nBallin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin'\nNigga, I got it, lost it, got it, spent it\nGot it, now I'm back to ballin'\nBallin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin'\n\nNigga, I seen her, booked her, took her to my hotel, no that's not my problem\nProblem, problem, problem\nCause I get right to the chicken\nAin't trick with other bitches\n\nDon't worry if I never call her\nCall her, call her, call her (french)\n\nMotherfucker, back to ballin'\nYou know my whips is foreign\nMan, you niggas play the bench and you know my niggas startin'\nMotherfucka, back to ballin'\nI'm talking black Ferrari\nStraight cash made a hundred forty stacks this mornin'\nI'm talking ten chains, casino lights\nRed bottoms, mosquito bites\n\nBad batch, get your head cracked, Cee-lo dice\nMotherfucka, back to ballin'\nStart to finish, you start, I finish\nBottle after bottle like fuck my kidneys\n\nEvery time we roll up, doors go up, and them panties fallin'\nFallin' fallin' fallin' fallin' fallin' fallin' fallin'\nTalk, all my niggas tore up from the floor up\nAnd all those whips is foreign\nWhips is foreign, whips is foreign, them whips is foreign\n\nNigga back to ballin'\nLil bit like Patrick Johnson\nNever sold much dope, but I know\nSome nights I heard that trap was callin'\nNigga, back to ballin'\nKD, Rondo, and Lebronin'\nFound life is about chasing dreams\nDon't worry how I got these commas\nComas, commas, I'm a, rider\nLot of, ganja, e-z wider\nBut I paid five stacks for a garment\nLeave the cherry up and a high set\nHugo boss be the outfit\nAnd a pair of some never coming out shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Back 2 Ballin\n  artist: Wale feat. French Montana\n  album: Folarin\n  duration_ms: 202000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You niggas serving up a bad batch, too much bakin' on it\n  Bakin' on it, bakin' on it, bakin' on it...\n  As-salamu alaykum, homie\n  Got it, whip it, lost it, flip it\n  Now a nigga back to ballin'\n  Back to ballin', back to ballin', back to ballin'\n  I ain't even playing, homie\n  Got it, lost it, got it, spent it\n  Got it, now I'm back to ballin'\n  Ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin'\n  Nigga, I got it, lost it, got it, spent it\n  Got it, now I'm back to ballin'\n  Ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin'\n\n  Nigga, I seen her, booked her, took her to my hotel, no that's not my problem\n  Problem, problem, problem\n  Cause I get right to the chicken\n  Ain't trick with other bitches\n\n  Don't worry if I never call her\n  Call her, call her, call her (french)\n\n  Motherfucker, back to ballin'\n  You know my whips is foreign\n  Man, you niggas play the bench and you know my niggas startin'\n  Motherfucka, back to ballin'\n  I'm talking black Ferrari\n  Straight cash made a hundred forty stacks this mornin'\n  I'm talking ten chains, casino lights\n  Red bottoms, mosquito bites\n\n  Bad batch, get your head cracked, Cee-lo dice\n  Motherfucka, back to ballin'\n  Start to finish, you start, I finish\n  Bottle after bottle like fuck my kidneys\n\n  Every time we roll up, doors go up, and them panties fallin'\n  Fallin' fallin' fallin' fallin' fallin' fallin' fallin'\n  Talk, all my niggas tore up from the floor up\n  And all those whips is foreign\n  Whips is foreign, whips is foreign, them whips is foreign\n\n  Nigga back to ballin'\n  Lil bit like Patrick Johnson\n  Never sold much dope, but I know\n  Some nights I heard that trap was callin'\n  Nigga, back to ballin'\n  KD, Rondo, and Lebronin'\n  Found life is about chasing dreams\n  Don't worry how I got these commas\n  Comas, commas, I'm a, rider\n  Lot of, ganja, e-z wider\n  But I paid five stacks for a garment\n  Leave the cherry up and a high set\n  Hugo boss be the outfit\n  And a pair of some never coming out shit\n"}]