Post Bail Ballin (Explicit)

Song: Post Bail Ballin

Artist: Lil Wayne

Lyrics: Lil Wayne

Composed: DVLP

Uh, hundred thousand on a small ass 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 bitch and got eye-fucked

Who the fuck wanna race? Put your money up

All you see is license plates far in front of ya

I gave a bad bitch 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 nigga 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 M's

I'm courtin' 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 shit

I'm from the cell to the mall with this

Now tell them motherfuckers I'm

I'm post-bail ballin', post-bail ballin'

Go tell the warden I'm

I'm post-bail ballin', post-bail ballin'

Go tell the warden I'm

Soon as I get home, I'm go and get that brand new Bentley

And I'ma honk the horn, ridin' past the penitentiary

And I'ma drive slow, ridin' past the elementary

Then give it to my whoas, tell 'em "Don't even mention"

Uh, 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

Lookin' out the window

In the coupe with a bimbo

Talking 'bout who she resemble

Bitch, you in a Enzo

Stop being so simple

Now fuck 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 bullshit cost me a mill

It brought me to tears

I came home and bought me a crib

I walk through that bitch

Strapped when it's dark in that bitch

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 shit

'Cause I deserve it, I be working hard for all of this shit

I step into a Rolls Royce when I walk out the pen

My nigga, I'm, I'm post-bail ballin, post-bail ballin'

Go tell the warden I'm

I'm post-bail ballin', post-bail ballin'

Go tell the warden I'm

I'm post-bail ballin'

Farewell warden, I'm post-bail ballin'

Go tell the warden I'm

Post-bail ballin'

Inmate Carter

Post-bail ballin'

Soon as I get home, I'm go and get that brand new Bentley

And I'ma honk the horn ridin' past the penitentiary

And I'ma drive slow ridin' 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