[Chorus: Berner and Ty Dolla Sign]
Ballin, ballin
I've been ballin, ballin
Ballin, I've been ballin
When you ball, hang your jersey on the wall
When you ball, hang your jersey on the wall
When you ball, hang your jersey on the wall

[Verse 1: Berner]
Big drip on me cost half a M
Big rig trucks keep backing in
Keep on runnin but I'm after 'em
And a pack of gin, Imma grab a tin
And I ain't mad at them, why they mad at me?
Big bag of weed, big magazine
Buy the whole block when the cash is clean
I was 16 with a half a key
Pass the weed I've been smoking
All the cars and cribs, I own 'em
Where your chains at?
You sold them
You needed 20 back but can't float them
Saw four hundred in my Gucci duffle
I get upset when I lose a couple
Runaway hippie I don't use a muscle
223's might have to touch you
Real talk, I might kill somebody
But fuck all that, I'd rather smoke gelato
I'm up in the hills
It's a service party
[Me, me and mando?] waiting in lobby
I got a honest four now
We don't run low
Green house with the seven under
Stash pot in the whip where the funds go
On the road looking out for undo


[Chorus: Berner and Ty Dolla Sign]
Ballin, ballin
I've been ballin, ballin
Ballin, I've been ballin
When you ball, hang your jersey on the wall
When you ball, hang your jersey on the wall
When you ball, hang your jersey on the wall

[Verse 2: B-Real]
All finna fall out
Don't talk
Got a lot going all out
First flop to the doc for the good good
Never stop, let it pop to the whole hood
Now you look for the bright lights
Make you wanna check for the highlights
Get it right, on deck with the high life
So tight, let it roll all night
We ain't stressin off nothing, coming from nothing
Look what we buildin'
And our names go under that building
And that building always does something
Flavors coming in cicles
Haters just be so spiteful
Our weed is fucking delightful
Come on smoke weed, we invite you
Got a smoke lounge with the pound table
Brand new in town with the strong stable
Break new ground every 6 months
If you felt it coming, that's a sick clunch
Yeah we go for them big things, we roll with the 5 and that hashtag
You run the good, is your last bag
My weed goes off like a flashbang


[Chorus: Berner and Ty Dolla Sign]
Ballin, ballin
I've been ballin, ballin
Ballin, I've been ballin
When you ball, hang your jersey on the wall
When you ball, hang your jersey on the wall
When you ball, hang your jersey on the wall