Post Bail Ballin - Lil Wayne (李尔·韦恩)
Lyrics by：Dwayne Carter/Bigram J. Zayas
Composed by：Dwayne Carter/Bigram J. Zayas
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Hundred thousand on a small-a*s chain
Hundred thousand on a bottle champagne
Half a million for a watch with no diamonds
Brought cash to the jewelers still had change
Ooh sharks in the crib and in the backyard
Elevator in the house never got stuck
I just looked in the mirror got star struck
I just looked at your b***h and got eye-f**ked
Who the f**k wanna race
Put your money up
All you see is license plates far in front of ya
I gave a bad b***h a taste of the good life
She licked her lips twice and told me that I'm yummier
Glass house on the block five floors in it
Got a picture on the wall that cost more than it
You observing it I'm absorbing it
Judge mad 'cause a n***a make more than him
Ignoring him I know you can't ignore the rims
I'm going in 'til I'm pouring in more than Ms
I'm courting swimsuit models that don't know who I am
And foreign twins I tell 'em that I star in films
My warrant's clear as day like Doris is
When I ain't trippin then my lawyers is
So what the charges is
Put it on my tab baller s**t
I'm from the cell to the mall with this
Now tell them motherf**kers I'm
I'm post-bail balling
Post-bail balling
Go tell the warden I'm
I'm post-bail balling
Post-bail balling
Go tell the warden I'm
Soon as I get home I'm go and get that brand new Bentley
And I'mma honk the horn riding passed the penitentiary
And I'mma drive slow riding passed the elementary
Then give it to my whoas tell 'em
Don't even mention
One time
For the hustlers and the young moms
My presidential said it's crunch time
Looking in my son's eyes
Only time I see a upside
I tell him he gon' be a tough guy
Never be a punchline
Tell him never wait in one line
Tell him not even a lunch line
Pray more than sometimes
When the cops come you tongue-tied
Take dirt make a mud pie
Looking out the window
In the coupe with a bimbo
Talking 'bout who she resemble
B***h you in a Enzo
Stop being so simple
Now f**k me like we in a limo
I ain't got time to kill I got voids to fill
I got ocean views I got water bills
I got cards to deal I got hearts to steal
I got larger wheels on my automobile
I lost appeal
The bulls**t cost me a mill
It brought me to tears
I came home and bought me a crib
I walk through that b***h
Strapped when it's dark in that b***h
And through hell and high water
I just walk on a bridge
I got a full cup of lean that I saw in the fridge
I started to swig
But end up drinking all of that s**t
'Cause I deserve it
I be working hard for all of this s**t
I step into a Rolls Royce
When I walk out the pen
My n***a I'm
I'm post-bail ballin
Post-bail balling
Go tell the warden I'm
I'm post-bail balling
Post-bail balling go tell the warden
I'm I'm post-bail balling
Farewell warden
I'm post-bail balling
Go tell the warden
I'm post-bail balling
Inmate Carter Post-bail balling
Soon as I get home
I'm go and get that brand new Bentley
And I'mma honk the horn riding past the penitentiary
And I'mma drive slow riding past the elementary
Then give it to my whoas tell 'em
Don't even mention
Soon as I get home
I'm go and get that brand new Bentley
