Until It's Over ft. Dooley Ridah & Crispy Gotti Lyrics

Ooh, see why I ain't playin' crazy

We gon' ball hard to the day we die

Yeah, I'm ballin' on these niggas, I can't lie

Yeah, I'm ballin' on these niggas, I can't lie, they can't keep up

Bitch, I been chillin, countin' up this pay with my feet up

Bitch, I done made 200 plus just off the visas

Unemployment ain't the only way I'm eatin

I been gettin' to a bag everyday just to fuck it up

Ain't worryin' bout that petty-ass shit, so shut the fuck up

I been chasin' real bands for all you dumb fucks

Said I can't quit cause everything gonna up and up

I started at the bottom, but the top where I was at

Don't hit my line if it ain't about money or I opt out

I'm fine, I'm doin' real good, that's the speed

A little petty money, nigga, I blew that shit on my seat

I'm funny with these VVs, I gotta thank Hutch for that

Them four letters, Flora said I drive 12 racks

Then woke up next morning, nigga, when it got it back

But not the 12K, I'm talkin' bout a hundred racks

Said I quit a little, now I got a lot

This shit I had to do for this, bitch, I lost count

I done made a killin' on my nigga Block

I'm talkin' murder one shit, I can't even lie

I done spent 30 on another watch

This just another trophy you can't even drop

We gon' ball hard until the day we die

Yeah, I'm ballin' on these niggas, I can't even lie

Boy, I paid attention as a lil' nigga, idolized my role models

Unk said, get money, watch these hoes follow

I told Unk, let's get it, nigga, no problem

And all these hoes gettin' popped like a bottle

You be impressed by the bitch, I just stepped on a brick

Flyin' in a seven, doin' a hundred in a six

It's a block on my wrist, niggas copy the shit

Fuckin' to the end, I'm like Pac to a bitch

If they ever call me dog, I'm like X to a bitch

Brody here, bitch, he got stretched for his kit

You know I hit, baby, she was moppin' my dick

But he still cuffin, he a cop to a bitch

I'm stone cold, I came up from a rock bottom

These niggas shoes hella fresh, he got socked out em

You came up and went broke, you got jock problems

Larry in my wood, I'm the Don Dada

Said I quit a little, now I got a lot

This shit I had to do for this, bitch, I lost count

I done made a killin' on my nigga Block

I'm talkin' murder one shit, I can't even lie

I done spent 30 on another watch

You just another trophy, you can't even drop

We gon' ball hard until the day we die

Yeah, I'm ballin' on these niggas, I can't even lie

Boy, started with a quarter to some motherfuckin' bowls

Should I drop the legs plain or get that motherfucker froze

Make these niggas sick and got these hoes catchin' cold

Buy a bitch an acting class if she can't play her role

A lot of shit I did, I really can't speak on

I let my bitch be a lot of shit we disagree on

Smellin' like money with this motherfuckin' credo

These red Louis fire lookin' like hot Cheetos

I made a couple dollars, I took big losses

But that ain't stop nothin' cause I'm still shit-talkin

I took a little risk, got big rewards

Holdin' 20K, a different feelin' when you know it's yours

Tenet sticks on, arms whiter than some rice

I ain't buyin' shit if I can't buy it twice

A hundred dollar zippers, two hundred dollar pints

Makin' money like Mitch, but I don't fuck with Uncle Ice

Said I quit a little, now I got a lot

This shit I had to do for this, bitch, I lost count

I done made a killin' on my nigga block

I'm talkin' murder one shit, I can't even lie

I done spent 30 on another watch

You just another trophy, you can't even drop

We gon' ball hard to the day we die

Yeah, I'm ballin' on these niggas, I can't even lie

I started with a little, now I got a lot

This shit I had to do for this, bitch, I lost count

I done made a killin' on my nigga block

I'm talkin' murder one shit, I can't even lie

I done spent 30 on another watch

You just another trophy, you can't even drop

We gon' ball hard to the day we die

Yeah, I'm ballin' on these niggas, I can't even lie