Fallin'

Through this hard times, the negativity, the jealousy Yo, Carolina Blue six, hottest bitch on the block Used to Willie Ducatti, Saco, Prada Kick high school, got signed wrote them platti hits Tito was the same shit, got a platti wrist They say I'm stoosh 'cause I cover my bush In that Dolce Gabbana, I'm a hot little mama The number one stunna, slim, skin copper Like bare bra, I'd eat that gravy proper Got a money fetish, wanna see me where your bed is? Playboy y'all got to give me five letters Like Prada, Jacob, Fendi boots, C. Dior, Chloe, suits Range Rover, Gucci shoes, first cla*s, flatt cla*s, Paris Don't hate me 'cause I'm ballin' Lord, take me if I'm fallin' I think I hear them callin' me Why they keep on callin' me? Don't hate me 'cause I'm ballin' Lord, take me if I'm fallin' I think I hear them callin' me Why the keep on callin' me? If I was to die, it be too many cowards alive Fox Brown, Bonnie minus the Clyde And today I'mma make this one promise to God Even if I go wood, I'm ma keep it so hood And I got chills when I signed my deal And I shed tears when Biggie and Pac got killed It's only one other broad that really got skills She's alright, but she's not real Brown, I'm hot with no rehearsal time And I stays on tour like the circle line Ain't a bitch that could emulate my cla*sic delivery I rep' New York like the Statue of Liberty Mentally, I'm in my own zone holding my spot Fox, basically I'm the female Pac And it's like my life is a thesis Sometimes I feel like I'm talking Swedish Y'all niggas don't get it And, yeah I'm ballin', the streets keep callin' Lord, take my soul, I feel like I'm falling Don't hate me 'cause I'm ballin' Lord, take me if I'm fallin' I think I hear them callin' me Why they keep on callin' me? Don't hate me 'cause I'm ballin' Lord, take me if I'm fallin' I think I hear them callin' me Why the keep on callin' me? Before me there was many but none so hot They had no other choice but to run they spot Rock since 15, I was bound to ball Think it's time to run my resume down to y'all See, touch me, platinum, ain't no gold Total 500,000 sold, Ill Nana, 2.8 The firm, another mil Then Chyna Doll came, it's pretty much the same And anything we rap about you see us do Now we stay in demand like PS2 Lot of planes, lot of cars, a lot of chauffeurs Lot of Gucci, lot of Louis, lot of Prada loafers Couple dollars and with that I bought my Range Pretty and Red got a lot of a*s off my name, man Yeah, I'm balling the streets keep calling Lord, take my soul, I feel like I'm falling Don't hate us