Terintino - I'm Ballin' [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Gang
Gambiglo, Terintino
Gang, gang, Glo

[Hook]
I'm ballin', I'm ballin'
Steady counting blue faces hundreds
Always worried 'bout the next man, that's why yo ass ain't getting no money
Forgis crawling, they crawling
Now this bitch on me she stalking, she stalking
I'm ballin', I'm ballin'

[Verse 1]
I just fucked her best friend yesterday, that pussy was no name
I be flexing, I be stunting, bankrolls on me, it ain't nothing
Let a nigga try anything, we gon' get this bitch bussing
I'ma crazy mothafucka, kill your sister and your brother
Fuck with Glo Gang bitch, I got shooters up in Russia
I got niggas on the roof with red beams ready to blast ya
Let 'em run from these hollow tips, situation gon' get worse
Flame this blunt up, don't want that cig if it don't leave no odor
I don't want your bitch, I just wanna fuck tonight to bend her over
She say I like the colored lights up in your crib, can I come over
I keep rolling all this marijuana, yeah bitch I'ma stoner
Steady pulling up in different whips, hell nah this ain't no loaner

[Hook]
I'm ballin', I'm ballin'
Steady counting blue faces hundreds
Always worried 'bout the next man, that's why yo ass ain't getting no money
Forgis crawling, they crawling
Now this bitch on me she stalking, she stalking
I'm ballin', I'm ballin'

[Verse 2]
Tadoe with Juice just came up in the stu, you know they toting llama
Riding through your block flexing with my wrist like Obama
Smith & Wesson 40 on my hip, let a nigga try it
The red beam gon' (?) at this mothafucka around and split your (?)
If my pack ain't land in time, man your finger to your family
I got Glocks, FNs and Nines, hope the feds don't get up on me
Tadoe just walked in the jewelry store, spend 30 K on a Rollie
VVS on my Johnny Dang chain, you shit look blurry
I make one phone call, Ballout pull up with the ratchet
Heard this nigga was sneak dissing, called his ass up in traffic
Keep on reaching for yo waist boy, I know you ain't got yo ratchet
'Bout to cop a AMG GLE 450
And when I wanna be lowkey, I just scratch off in that Hemi
Can't give a bitch a penny, for Blood pour a fifth of Henny
Big C's for Cap, yeah you know they took my nigga
I do anything to get him back, we gon' be chilling