Here come the mail, I wanna yell Pulled off in an Aston Ten hoes in a mansion Only two of 'em natural, other eight all plastic They don't wanna go to college But their brain intelligent Make me wanna do the Heisman Wanna drink the right medicine Ball

Now, if I was a bricklayer, I wouldn't build just anything; And if I was a ball player, I wouldn't play no second string. And if I were some jew'lry, baby; Lord, I'd have to be a diamond ring. If I were a secret, Lord, I never would be told. If I were a

Glory days, glory days Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye Glory days well they'll pass you by Well alright oo yeah Well alright come on now I had a friend was a big baseball player Back in high school He could throw that speed ball by you Make

This is my song for real no doubt I'm feeling on yo booty See the DJ is making me feel thugged out As I walk you to dance floor We begin to dance slow You put your arms around me Players want to play, Rollers want to roll, Ballers want to ball (Ballers