We're one of the first to rep Ft. Wayne.
We're Ballin'!
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Yo it's Lil'B aka B Rizzle of Blackout Productions.
Right now it's me, my brother (JDC) and our friend (Taz)
If ur in da Ft. Wayne area and u wanna join hit me up at BRizzle609@aol.com
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Lyrics
(Chorus)
We’re about the dough not raking it in
we spent it in the club buying juice and gin
all the haters yellin' but hatin is a sin
we gonna make a clip make ya head spin
(x2)
(Verse 1)
I’m a count to 1-2-3 then 45 them
Just call me the running back, ya know that I’ll drive em
ya know who it is, the boy rep Philly
Hundred dollars on my neck, ya know it stay chilly
I’m always BALLIN! Heading to the clubs
Im rolling on two-sixes, you know they be the dubs
I’m straight pimpin’, I’m jockin’ , I be Ballin!
Whenever you see us, the girls is always callin
Got a brand new car, it aint a drop top
But I can fix that, take it to the chop shop
Drop a beat here and drop a beat there
Drop a couple songs before these niggas will care
(Chorus)
We’re about the dough not raking it in
we spent it in the club buying juice and gin
all the haters yellin' but hatin is a sin
we gonna make a clip make ya head spin
(x2)
(Verse 2)
Ya know im a pimp, taz Is what they say
Im jocking on yo bitch ass everyday
Got a new gun, the hammer cocked back
Last thing you hear is CLACK! CLACK! CLACK!
I’m white on the outside but inside I’m black
I’m the original killa, but I aint got crack
I’m the capo, the don, they know it, ya dig?
I could be President, but elections were rigged
(Chorus)
We’re about the dough not raking it in
we spent it in the club buying juice and gin
all the haters yellin' but hatin is a sin
we gonna make a clip make ya head spin
(x2)
(Verse 3)
They say I’m pimpin cause there’s diamonds on my damn chain
Everybody seen me with my diamonds on my damn blang
I rep Philly and i rep Fort Wayne
I’m always selling but it aint cocaine
It’s just the CD, they wanna bite me
All you dudes know that ya crew don’t wanna fight me
Now bout the girl, my shorty always is dime
while I be counting up but I talkin bout time
this nigga here ya boy was pimpin in his prime
it’s the end of the song now ill see ya next time
(Chorus)
We’re about the dough not raking it in
we spent it in the club buying juice and gin
all the haters yellin' but hatin is a sin
we gonna make a clip make ya head spin
(x2)
