Flex Diamondz - Ballin' Out Da Gym Lyrics

From the Album: Diamond In The Rough: The Diamondz Story Vol. 1

(feat. E.J. Carter & Kettle Black)

(Intro: Flex)
Yo it’s ya boy man, yeah, it’s the big payback man,
This for all them chicks man, who didn’t give me their number at the Jamestown Mall when I was just tryna get on some chicks,
Gave me fake numbers, up at the fish fry, now them chicks coming around
This for ya’ll…..

(Verse 1: Flex Diamondz)
I push the Yukon, my pockets husky like UConn, I’m poppin’ bottles of that Chris Duhon;
I’m at the crib hittin’ chicks on the Futon, four or five chicks spittin’ on the mic with only their shoes on/
I’m puttin’ women to bed like NyQuil, I’m beatin’ it out and leavin’ em red, I’m quite ill;
And when it comes to givin’ em head then I might still, she’ll feel a light chill when the pipe drills, she likes thrills/
Sometimes I pray for rain like Jimmy Jones but don’t get me wrong, I got girls to give me bones;
And chauffeurs to get me home, when I’m in the zone after poppin’ bottles of patron like, all night long/
Nowdays I hit honeys and they feel it in they tummies but back when I was dressin’ bummy they wanted nuthin’ from me;
And it’s all because of that money, it’s kinda funny how everytime, I pull the Rolley out at nighttime they think it’s sunny/

(Chorus: E.J. Carter first, Flex Diamondz second)
(E.J.) Back then them chicks used to diss me, and now they all in my face tryna kiss me;
They all saying they wish they was with me, they talkin’ bout how they miss me/
(Flex) Why? Cuz I’m –
Ballin’ out da gym, Ballin’ out da gym, Ballin’ out da gym,
Ballin’ out da gym;
Ballin’ out da gym, Ballin’ out da gym, Ballin’ out da gym,
Ballin’ out da gym/

(Verse 2: Flex Diamondz)
See chicks used to diss me, now they wanna kiss me, girls wanna touch me and women wanna clutch me;
They bumrush me, it must be cause I’m must-see, like TV, Thursday nights on NBC/
But any way I can get it, yo that works for me, I’m gettin’ more head than the state university;
I can’t afford sex in my Ford Flex cause it costs more than the rest, so we hittin’ in the Honda Accord next/
Women from Bel-Air, want me like poor folks do welfare, and it ain’t nuthin’ hard to tell there;
I even got the girls from Cookies givin’ me nookie, when it comes to whoope you think I’m a rookie? You must’ve mistook me/
I’m stickin’ chicks like cactuses or porcupines, it’s game over she work her hips, I torch her spine;
You think that Flex don’t carry jims? Then yous a liar liar, you think I’m sellin’ sex? Ha Ha! You’re right, your girl’s the buyer/

(Chorus)

(Bridge)
(Flex) Whassup KB man?
(KB) What’s good Diamondz?
(Flex) I know you be feelin’ what I’m goin’ through cuz
(KB) All Day man
(Flex) yea man, gon’ head do me a favor and gon’ head tell ‘em what’s good on it, you feel me?
(KB) Bet that

(Verse 3: Kettle Black)
See I ran through a chick, matter fact ran through a chick had my name goin’ down;
Matter fact it’s goin’ up now, cuz my paper blowin’ up, niggaz think I’m blowin’ up just because I’m showin’ up/
My family barbecues I’m hardly ever changing, brain through the maze so I’m tryna maintain it;
Niggaz know about me, man I doubt doin’, niggaz made a show about me, I had to prove it/
Yeah baby girl show your mind and your talents make shit start balancing, you know I’m goin’ through it;
Niggaz know I gotta mind shit goin’ through it so baby girl prove it, you love me or not?/
Matter fact this the glove that I got, it’s the Magnum in the pocket so it show you that I’m ready to rock it;
Change the topic if you ain’t tryna get down on me, man I know you love me cause I’m makin’ some money/

(Chorus)

(Outro: Flex)
[Laughs]…it’s that boy Flex man, I tell you man, them girls they scandalous man…
Yeah man….we was just tryna get some you know what I’m sayin? It don’t even matter now,
Cause we gettin’ that paper, everybody comin’ in, the girls changing, you feel me? And that’s how it is with all them
It’s a couple gems out there….we ain’t found ‘em yet [Laughs]….
G.B.P., Nu Money


[Thanks to ejcarter33cbc for adding these lyrics]