Smoking out, pouring up, keep that lean up in my cup All my car got leather and wood in my hood we call it buck Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall If he up, watch him fall, I can't fuck with y'all (Pussy ass ho niggas) I can't fuck with

Fuck it, we ball RIP Dex Osama All the fallen soldiers Scooter, Truce When they killed my nigga Snupe, I seen my young nigga In the casket he ain't even have no blood in him Prolly the reason why I keep taking these drugs quicker

It's just a lil' 10-piece for her Just to blow it in the mall, doesn't mean that we're involved I just what? I just uh, put a Richard on the card I ain't grow up playin' ball, but I'll show you how the fuck you gotta do it If you really wanna ball 'til

Daytrip took it to ten I got hoes calling a young nigga phone Where's Ali with the motherfucking dope? (bitch, bitch) I be ballin' like a mo'fuckin' pro (like a, huh, like a, huh) I be ballin' like my nigga Mo (Bamba, bitch) Sheck Wes, I ain't a

Murder, a mothafuckin' murder No you didn't see it but I know you bitches heard it Blood on the corner, damn I miss my dawg I'm just thinkin' 'bout his daughter, in another life he ballin' Please hold while I locate your information. Your checking

I got too many hoes I can't fuck 'em all Don't know how to play but I ball Stacking that money up make it tall Ooh, the ice on my neck got me frost Mama ain't made no hoe, she made a boss My diamonds they shine when the lights turned off Rocking designer

I just wanna ball in the wraith With your broad in the way And I wanna, I'ma take my shot Leave your daughter with the papers Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing Before you were getting going, I was getting to it I pray to God, is

This song got a motherfucker feeling like pac tho, (thug life) Picture me rolling, picture me rolling, picture me rolling Who the fuck wanna wit um We ball like Indians at the World Series 8th inning I'm gone I'm rolling with Nicole Kidman I hit the

I put my right hand to God Shine on these broads Stay on my job, grind with my squad Hundred racks on my car, no license at all No tint on that thing, nigga, 'cause that's how we ball All these fuck niggas' flawed, suckas' and frauds My circle so small,

Nigga made a whole lotta guala Now I got a whole lotta problems (yeah) Main bitch fuckin' my partner (main bitch) Nigga, we ain't trippin', we ballin' (fool) And I got a whole lotta shotters (and I gotta) Hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)