Released: May 16, 2010

Featuring: Kevin McCall

Songwriter: Kevin McCall Tyga Chris Brown

Producer: Kevin McCall

[Intro]
K-Mac

[Chorus: Kevin McCall]
Ballin' like a bitch (Bitch)
You can't tell me nothin' 'cause I'm ballin' like a bitch (Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh)
Filthy ass rich (Rich)
Swimmin' in this money 'cause I'm ballin' like, b-ballin' like a (Ballin' like a)
Ballin' like a bitch (Bitch)
B-B-B-Ballin' like a bitch (Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh)
Filthy ass rich (Rich)
Swimmin' in this money 'cause I'm ballin' like, b-ballin' like a (Ballin' like a)

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Look, BBC hat clean, diamond snap hook (Hook)
Take a picture with it like it's my last look (Look)
G-Gold MacBook, cost a hunnid Gs (Gs)
I don't fuck with rats (Rats), I throw away the cheese (Cheese)
I'm ballin', baby, you see this nigga shine (Shine)
I'm runnin' shit, ha, finish line
K-Mac cook that beat, I eat it like it's dinner time
Awards show gimme mine, loud and clear, intercom
Listen up (Up), I show you how to stunt (Stunt)
Pocket full of money, you should see what's in the trunk (Trunk)
That bass got that bump (Bump), that shit that make you jump (Jump)
Ballin' like a bitch, throw it up, slam dunk (Dunk)
V-neck like a guido, rollin' dice in the casino ('sino)
Three bad chicks rollin' trips, Cee-Lo
What's done is done, ain't no comin' back
I'm ballin' like a bitch, roger that
It's Breezy, baby

[Chorus: Kevin McCall, Chris Brown & Both]
Ballin' like a bitch (Bitch)
You can't tell me nothin' 'cause I'm ballin' like a bitch (Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh)
Filthy ass rich (Rich)
Swimmin' in this money 'cause I'm ballin' like, b-ballin' like a (Ballin' like a)
I'm ballin' like a bitch (Bow, ballin')
Ballin' like a bitch (Bow, ballin')
B-B-Ballin' like a bitch (Bow, bow)
Watch me do my shit
'Cause I'm ballin' like a bitch (Bow, ballin')
Ballin' like a bitch (Bow, ballin')
Ballin' like a bitch (Bow, bow)
Watch me take your chick

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Uh, snapback nigga back up in this bitch (Bitch)
Throw 'em by the 100's, watchin' strippers do the splits (Splits)
Gon' hit that flex, I ain't trippin' on the bitches
Prolly one out of a 10 in California I ain't hit
Bitch, I'm raw, smell that shit
Hold our jaw up in your lips
Get a silly straw, have a sip, haha
Motherfuckin' Tyga, she ain't met me, then she lyin'
I pull that rocker out, nigga, David and Goliath
Melt your fuckin' face, boy, like that nigga on the Wire
Them niggas washed up, need a dryer, dry 'em
Free my brother Weezy, now we back up on your TV
I'm rollin' at 250, speedin' me, my nigga Breezy
Right behind me, R-R-Range Rove', T-Rell, mean ho
Bunch a bad bitches, too tired, tell 'em bitches what to do (Do)
It's Young Money 'til the death bed
If anythin', we the best and it's probably this

[Chorus: Kevin McCall, Chris Brown & Both]
B-B-Ballin' like a bitch (Bitch)
You can't tell me nothin' 'cause I'm ballin' like a bitch (Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh)
Filthy ass rich (Rich)
Swimmin' in this money 'cause I'm ballin' like, b-ballin' like a (Ballin' like a)
I'm ballin' like a bitch (Bow, ballin')
Ballin' like a bitch (Bow, ballin')
B-B-Ballin' like a bitch (Bow, bow)
Watch me do my shit
'Cause I'm ballin' like a bitch (Bow, ballin')
Ballin' like a bitch (Bow, ballin')
Ballin' like a bitch (Bow, bow)
Watch me take your chick