Ballin' Uncontrollably
 Ballin' Uncontrollably
 Ballin' Uncontrollably
 B-ballin' Uncontrollably
 (x4)
 [Verse 1]
 Man, I got everything candy-painted
 Candy-painted tint, it's(?) so dark
 I'd be lying if I said I ain't hid
 at least nine of my friends
 Plus, I got so much candy paint in my rims
 Paint be flyin' off my car
 Be candy paintin' the neighborhood kids
 I got that whole block lookin' like it's Candyland eminem-world.ru
 Ask about me, man, they be like, there go the candy man
 I park the car in the garage and go in and
 Come back the next mornin'
 The rims are still spinnin'
 Hit the (?) on that Phantom, man, that shit looks like the Batmobile
 32-inch rims, shit, I ain't even got no wheels
 Custom-fitted, custom-kitted wood grain
 Custom everything, what's that on the seat?
 Custom mustard stain
 Now let's go hit the mall, y'all know that we finna ball
 Get out the car, they be like, "Ah, there go them superstars!"
 Hit every single store, flash a fucking wad of cash
 but I ain't buying shit, bitch
 Kiss my candy-painted ass
 We...
 [Verse 2]
 Yeah, yeah
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
 Hit the corner liquor store
 To get Corona, tip the owners
 Sipped it on the way out as I dipped, I wanna rip the road up
 And I'ma hit the cinema and I'ma get the hoes,
 When I be it, I be it, shit, anything goes
 I'm ballin' out of control, girls know I'm loaded with dough
 But, shit, I'm stingy as fuck
 I'm fuckin' stingy as hoes(?)
 These bitches don't get a crumb, and it come
 but I'm like what up
 Shut up, bitch, sit up, get up off them knees
 My candy paint's enough
 If you're lucky, I'll let you hug me, but that's all you get
 Then I'ma split, disappear, a cloud of smoke is all you see
 Yeah...
 Bitch, get the fuck out my car if we ain't finna fuck
 I'm horny as fuck, bitch, are you suckin' my dick or what?
 I'll fuck a chick in the butt, I really don't give a shit
 Is pretty Marshall gonna have to go (?)
 You fuckin' keyed up my Benz
 Bitch, I beat up my friends
 Don't think I won't beat a bitch
 I'll kick a six-year-old in the ribs
 You fuckin' retard, I'll have you suckin' farts out my seat
 I'll teach you not to know how to control your bowels when you eat
 What the fuck do you think that colostomy bag is for, looks?
 I ain't waste my bullets on you for you to not sing no hooks
 I fuckin' take a Make a Wish Foundation patient with me
 How 'bout some coke inside of your saline solution IV?
 Turn around and use it on me
 You tryna (?) my keys?
 You fuckin' (?) get in back, you're comin' to Florida with me,
 Tell your momma I'ma drop you off at the hospital later
 We finna make this run
 Take this gun and cover me, Slater
 And quit your...