Budget Ballin

[Intro/Hook]

You could find me in the hood poppin'

Or in the club stuntin'

There is no

Other option

And you can't tell me nothin'

The camera keeps flashin'

So

I'mma keep flauntin'

Cause what you don't know is I'm a baller on a budget

(And I)

[Verse 1]

Defy the odds when I step out the house

Pull a chick lookin' like a nigga fresh off the couch

Then I pull up in that white thing

But I don't mean it as if its something to brag about

Shit, my car's just white man

Sharp as a tack, in track to get at the club

Bottle service reserved

Go on and po' you a cup

I sip until I throw up

My hands dance in the cut

By myself I ain't lying

Attracting all of the sluts

I got a chip on my shoulder

Like there was chips in my pocket

There ain't a cent in my jeans

But you might smell the ganja

I must be living a dream man

You say I'm her dream man

So why take advantage of her

Fuck her to dreamland

(???)

Absolutely, but I love it ya'll

Still drink that cheap shit

That smells like rubbing alcohol

Still going half on a sack

Hitting pretty broads

Taking off pretty Vickys

With the matching pretty

Bras

[Hook]

You could find me in the hood poppin'

All in the club stuntin'

There is no other option

And you can't tell me nothin'

The camera keeps flashin

So I'mma keep flauntin'

Cause what you don't know is I'm a baller on a budget

(And I)

Fresh dressed like a million bucks

(And I)

I hold it down, they know what's up

The party ain't stopping

So I'mma keep frontin'

Cause what you don't know is I'm a baller on a budget

(And I)

[Verse 2]

Give em' the chills

Rollin' on hot wheels

It ain't mine, it's the homie's

I'm just keeping it real

Say I'm phoney baloney

Even words tryna bone me

I got the hood on my back

Ain't gotta tattoo it on me

But as a matter of fact

I'mma tattoo it on me

I know you thinking I'm immaculate

That's accurate, homie

(Word Up)

Like the magazine with all of them posters

I keep a Halle Berry in the ashtray full of roaches

(To smoke up)

Pass the light

I'm finna have me a night

If your wifey's hitting the club

Before she leaves, hold her tight

Look her dead in the eye

Tell her you love her to death

And hope she don't come home with black and mild on her breath

It's Ab-Soul, the best dressed nigga in debt

Got chicks fresh outta high school, adult swimwear

(Yes)

I know I make it look simple

Like it ain't really nothing

Cause it ain't really nothing, no

[Hook]

You could find me in the hood poppin'

All in the club stuntin'

There is no other option

And you can't tell me nothin'

The camera keeps flashin

So I'mma keep flauntin'

Cause what you don't know is I'm a baller on a budget

(And I)

Fresh dressed like a million bucks

(And I)

I hold it down, they know what's up

The party ain't stopping

So I'mma keep frontin'

Cause what you don't know is I'm a baller on a budget

(And I)

[Verse 3]

Keep it cool, they know I'm hot

(And I)

Do what it do, running the spot

(And I)

Don't want no problems

I'm just really tryna party

Ain't a dollar in my wallet

And nobody tryna rob me

(So I)

Keep it cool, they know I'm hot

(They know I'm hot)

Do what it do, running the spot

(Running the spot)

Don't want no problems

I'm just really tryna party

Ain't a dollar in my wallet

And nobody tryna rob me

(So I)

Tell myself its too good to be true

These niggas like, "Ab, I bet it feel good to be you"

But I'm just living my life, like T.I. and Rihanna

Making grown women melt, like ice in a sauna

And you know I got my shades on

Mackin' a model that keeps pronouncing my name wrong

I don't cuff her, but she respects my authority

So when you lookin' for a G

[Hook]