conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Ballin’ with the following description: In “Ballin',” Chris and Tyga join forces with Kevin McCall to deliver a braggadocious track about their wealth and stature. This is the second track to feature all three artists on Fan of a Fan, following “Deuces.” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro]
  K-Mac
  [Chorus: Kevin McCall]
  Ballin' like a bitch (Bitch)
  You can't tell me nothin' 'cause I'm ballin' like a bitch (Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh)
  Filthy ass rich (Rich)
  Swimmin' in this money 'cause I'm ballin' like—, b-ballin' like a— (Ballin' like a—)
  Ballin' like a bitch (Bitch)
  B-B-B-Ballin' like a bitch (Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh)
  Filthy ass rich (Rich)
  Swimmin' in this money 'cause I'm ballin' like—, b-ballin' like a— (Ballin' like a—)
  [Verse 1: Chris Brown]
  Look, BBC hat clean, diamond snap hook (Hook)
  Take a picture with it like it's my last look (Look)
  G-Gold MacBook, cost a hunnid Gs (Gs)
  I don't fuck with rats (Rats), I throw away the cheese (Cheese)
  I'm ballin', baby, you see this nigga shine (Shine)
  I'm runnin' shit, ha, finish line
  K-Mac cook that beat, I eat it like it's dinner time
  Awards show, gimme mine, loud and clear, intercom
  Listen up (Up), I show you how to stunt (Stunt)
  Pocket full of money, you should see what's in the trunk (Trunk)
  That bass got that bump (Bump), that shit that make you jump (Jump)
  Ballin' like a bitch, throw it up, slam dunk (Dunk)
  V-neck like a guido, rollin' dice in the casino ('Sino)
  Three bad chicks rollin' trips, cee-lo
  What's done is done, ain't no comin' back
  I'm ballin' like a bitch, roger that
  It's Breezy, baby [Chorus: Kevin McCall, 
  Chris Brown
  , 
  Both
  ]
  Ballin' like a bitch (Bitch)
  You can't tell me nothin' 'cause I'm ballin' like a bitch
   (Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh)
  Filthy ass rich (Rich)
  Swimmin' in this money 'cause I'm ballin' like—, b-ballin' like a—
   (Ballin' like a—)
  I'm ballin' like a bitch (Bow, ballin')
  Ballin' like a bitch (Bow, ballin')
  B-B-Ballin' like a bitch (Bow, bow)
  Watch me do my shit
  'Cause I'm ballin' like a bitch (Bow, ballin')
  Ballin' like a bitch (Bow, ballin')
  Ballin' like a bitch (Bow, bow)
  Watch me take your chick
  [Verse 2: Tyga]
  Uh, snapback nigga back up in this bitch (Bitch)
  Throw 'em by the hunnids, watchin' strippers do the splits (Splits)
  Gon' hit that flex, I ain't trippin' on the bitches
  Prolly one out of a ten in California I ain't hit
  Bitch, I'm raw, smell that shit
  Hold your jaw up in your lips
  Get a silly straw, have a sip, haha
  Motherfuckin' Tyga, she ain't met me, then she lyin'
  I pull that rocker out, nigga, David and Goliath
  Melt your fuckin' face, boy, like that nigga on the Wire
  Them niggas washed up, need a dryer, dry 'em
  Free my brother Weezy, now we back up on your TV
  I'm rollin' at two-fifty, speedin' me, my nigga Breezy
  Right behind me, R-R-Range Rove', T-Rell, mean ho
  Bunch a bad bitches too, tell 'em bitches what to do (Do)
  It's Young Money 'til the death bed
  If anythin', we the best at, it's probably this [Chorus: Kevin McCall, 
  Chris Brown
  , 
  Both
  ]
  B-B-Ballin' like a bitch (Bitch)
  You can't tell me nothin' 'cause I'm ballin' like a bitch
   (Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh)
  Filthy ass rich (Rich)
  Swimmin' in this money 'cause I'm ballin' like—, b-ballin' like a—
   (Ballin' like a—)
  I'm ballin' like a bitch (Bow, ballin')
  Ballin' like a bitch (Bow, ballin')
  B-B-Ballin' like a bitch (Bow, bow)
  Watch me do my shit
  'Cause I'm ballin' like a bitch (Bow, ballin')
  Ballin' like a bitch (Bow, ballin')
  Ballin' like a bitch (Bow, bow)
  Watch me take your chick