Lil Wayne - Post Bail Ballin - Lyrics
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The song was produced by DVLP.
Back in 2015, Lil Wayne was having numerous problems with Birdman, especially when it came to The Carter V.
The hip-hop mogul wasn't letting Wayne drop the album, which led to lots of frustration.
As a result, Wayne went on a mixtape run, which included his 2015 effort Free Weezy Album.
Up until yesterday, this tape wasn't on streaming services, although this has clearly changed.
Lil Wayne - Post Bail Ballin (prod.
[Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Post-Chorus] 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" [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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' [Post-Chorus] 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 DVLP