Ballin' On A Budget (Explicit Album Version|Tight Vocal Up Version) - Nappy Roots

I'm just a big bang baller on a budget

Dank w**d smokin like "f**k it"

City slicker country ni**a reppin straight from Kentucky

Horseshoes and rabbit paws flossin chicken closs for the lucky

40 flowers Range Rovers so they know the tailpipe's rusted

Country cookin dog fightin big-body ridin

Chillin like a mug in Western Kentuck' showin love

Summertime a funner time smoke and gunner time

Sippin Sprite and somethin dark every f**kin time

Uhh okay watch how the po' folk ball

Stomp through to mall in my overalls the black Girbaud

No pager no cellphone no access at all

Just a pack of Dutch Masters and a pint of alcohol

My hooptie with a down crew like Boots said

You don't +Perm+ +F**k a+ fade

Let my hair swang back and forth like a germ

Ill ni**a with sick sh*t pull out this and stick it in this thick chick

Baby mama drama child support court and ain't worth the biscuit

Whattcha know about them backwood country folk

Whattcha know about the 'Lac bone hundred spoke

Jimmy Crack Corn; no fade no comb

Whattcha know about ballin on a budget bro

I'm just ballin on a budget yeaga (yeaga)

I'm just ballin on a budget yeaga (yeaga)

I'm just ballin on a budget yeaga (yeaga)

It's the N the A the P-P-Y

Pull up dead horns on the hood of my truck

Kentucky Mud on my shoes and my socks

Hungry Jack pheffer tryna stuff some food in my gut

Country cat in the cowboy hat

I'm front to back put the house on that

Candied yams chitlins greens and smoked country ham

Chicken wings cornbread gran in the kitchen throwin down

Eat good tryna smoke somethin run up on a pound

Roll somethin gut a vega tryna stuff it with a ounce

Hummin mama cookin that mean it's Sunday mo'nin

Half a pint of bootleg gin it keep my goin

Fat knot bad daylight

Cigars and happy bags man we stay right

Aww man we go back like sweet pickle book clubs

Ni**a that was good love summertime bathin in a foot tub

Damn that sh*t hurt and my jams in that shirt

Atari 26 one stick never worked

Whattcha know about them backwood country folk

Whattcha know about the 'Lac bone hundred spoke

Jimmy Crack Corn; no fade no comb

Whattcha know about ballin on a budget bro

I'm just ballin on a budget yeaga (yeaga)

I'm just ballin on a budget yeaga (yeaga)

I'm just ballin on a budget yeaga (yeaga)

It's the N the A the P-P-Y

Comin up in the woods all I did was run barefoot

Ne'er could comb my hair good

My hairline grew like ten pound vines

'Tween my rib and my underware

It's still a thin brown line sh*t

Chores did and ma work out on the clothin line

Cool as sh*t country boys out on the grind

River views picknic big ticks covered the place

Folks visit and make it apparent to come back again

Look here see I smoke like a fire and a drink like a fish

That's it e*****y just ain't on my list

No comb no brush no fade no pick

No sh*t no hair and you get no dick

Them gals that love themselves them southern belles

Them Clydesdale Kentucky gals with muddy tails

We cut them gals no veils no wedding bells

Trick on cheap hotels KY gels and nothin else

Whattcha know about them backwood country folk

Whattcha know about the 'Lac bone hundred spoke

Jimmy Crack Corn; no fade no comb

Whattcha know about ballin on a budget bro

I'm just ballin on a budget yeaga (yeaga)

I'm just ballin on a budget yeaga (yeaga)

I'm just ballin on a budget yeaga (yeaga)

It's the N the A the P-P-Y