Ballin On A Bitch (feat. Gucci Mane)

SpiffoMadeIt, haha Ho Chorus: Foogiano I remember when my teacher said that I wouldn't be shit Now I'm rich, I can't wait 'til I see that stupid bitch Racks Got these diamonds dancin' on my wrist and neck, I'm really?lit?Ice,?ice, ice, ice,?ice Found out that?my nigga ain't my nigga, man, that boy a snitch Ho, ho That shit lame as hell, nigga, I should get you hit Yeah, I used to trick the slickest niggas with that counterfeit Slime Ho, breakdown king, nigga, sack it up and mix And I shoot you like the Knicks, yeah, I'm ballin' on a bitch Verse 1: Foogiano Yeah, I bet my teacher feel stupid Huh, I'm richer than a bitch Ho Diamonds dancin' on my neck and wrist, don't forget fists Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice Oh, and might as well just come on, add 'em, join on to my list Come on, ho All the model bitches love me, say they love this dick Remember when I'd come to class, you used to call me off Come here Yeah, that's why I went and put these diamonds in my mouth In my mouth Ho, don't forget I heard about ya, heard that you be snout, mmm And I fucked that teacher pet, the one you crazy 'bout, ho Yeah, bitch, it's the mayor, you said that I wouldn't be nothin' Ho Got them millions, bitch Racks, and yeah, I got a hundred guns Ho 'Member when I told you that I was the chosen one Bitch Now you lookin' stupid, yeah Dummy, your dumbass lookin' dumb Fool Yeah, they kicked me out of school, I went straight to the block Why they do it, mmm You used to ride by after school, you seen me with that Glock With the pole You told me I'ma go to jail What or either I'ma die Why But now I got this money Fool, I can put you in the sky Ho, ho Chorus: Foogiano & Gucci Mane I remember when my teacher said that I wouldn't be shit Now I'm rich, I can't wait 'til I see that stupid bitch Racks Got these diamonds dancing on my wrist and neck, I'm really lit Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice Found out that my nigga ain't my nigga, man, that boy a snitch That shit lame as hell, nigga, I should get you hit Yeah, I used to trick the slickest niggas with that counterfeit Slime Ho, breakdown king, nigga, sack it up and mix And I shoot you like the Knicks, yeah, I'm ballin' on a bitch, ho It's Gucci Verse 2: Gucci Mane I don't play with pepper spray and I'm not tryna mace ya down No This lemon squeeze and cheetah spray'll chase ya down like cheetah prey Judge, he gave me three today, my head up like I beat the case Lord Body counts, I'll lead the race, don't care nothin' what no preacher say No I didn't have no free lunch, cuz, so I didn't get to eat today Valley boys, we made you run, we made you use your feet today Lookin' at me crazy, I'm knockin' out your teeth today 'Member they was scared of me, nobody would serve me Wow Knowing it's a drought, and damn, I need a half a birdie Skrrt Rumblin' in my school clothes and damn near got 'em dirty Well, damn I put that boy in urgent care, he went in on a gurney Wow I don't even tell the whole truth to my attorney Ho, Gucci Chorus: Foogiano & Gucci Mane I remember when my teacher said that I wouldn't be shit Wop Now I'm rich, I can't wait 'til I see that stupid bitch Racks Got these diamonds dancing on my wrist and neck, I'm really lit Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice Found out that my nigga ain't my nigga, man, that boy a snitch That shit lame as hell, nigga, I should get you hit Gucci Yeah, I used to trick the slickest niggas with that counterfeit Slime Ho, breakdown king, nigga, sack it up and mix And I shoot you like the Knicks, yeah, I'm ballin' on a bitch, ho Go, go