Ball 2 Much
If you look you might fall in love
Baby I don't talk too much
If you ain't got the bag
Shawty I ain't finna call you up
Bitch you know I ball too much
Yeah I ball too much Aye
Swish Swish Swish
Yeah I ball too much
Yeah I ball too much aye
Swish Swish Swish
Yeah I ball too much
Yeah I ball too much
Look I took a fall so rough
Swear to god
Lost it all start struggling
Lifestyle of a hustler
Had to simmer down
Start bubblin
No paper trail
Don't write down my hustle
Niggas they started changing
Bitches went and betrayed me
Since I'm from the pavement
Creating my own lane
Now a Nigga gettin' paid
I'm feeling them throwing shade
All gas no breaks
Turning up all the hate
You can hate me
It's no more be humble sit down
It's stand up and stand out
Start bussin' bands out
See everything designer finer things
I'm Obama in the streets bout to LeBron em I'm a king
And I ain't worried bout shit
Yeah I still be poppin' P's
But I ain't worried bout a bitch
See money over everything homie
That's just the motive of America homie
If you look you might fall in love
Baby I don't talk too much
If you ain't got the bag
Shawty I ain't finna call you up
Bitch you know I ball too much
Yeah I ball too much Aye
Swish Swish Swish
Yeah I ball too much
Yeah I ball too much aye
Swish Swish Swish
Yeah I ball too much
Yeah I ball too much
James harden from the three
Boy don't make me step back
If you was ever looking for me
I was where the check at
If it's money on ya head
Then I'm where ya neck at
Cash ain't never a problem
I got it boy we can bet that
She gone give it up
if I pull up
Don't even have to call
We been throwing so many oops They don't know
Who gone pass the ball
Unc say he need me
I'm pulling up
Like what's happening dog
Made the money do a marathon And we ain't have to jog
Fourth-quarter pressure so
They had to put they greatest in
I'm a be the All-Star
U other niggas can play da bench
Out here balling on these niggas Like Jordan in 86
On my grind
Can't think about it
If it can't make me Rich
Dollars my occupation
All of the time I waited
Every day I be chasing
Don't got time to be waistin'
Had to get out the basement
They use to say
I wouldn't make it but
Look at me now
Been in the lead
Just give me the crown
If you look you might fall in love
Baby I don't talk too much
If you ain't got the bag
Shawty I ain't finna call you up
Bitch you know I ball too much
Yeah I ball too much Aye
Swish Swish Swish
Yeah I ball too much
Yeah I ball too much aye
Swish Swish Swish
Yeah I ball too much
Yeah I ball too much
Baby I don't talk too much
If you ain't got the bag
Shawty I ain't finna call you up
Bitch you know I ball too much
Yeah I ball too much Aye
Swish Swish Swish
Yeah I ball too much
Yeah I ball too much aye
Swish Swish Swish
Yeah I ball too much
Yeah I ball too much
Look I took a fall so rough
Swear to god
Lost it all start struggling
Lifestyle of a hustler
Had to simmer down
Start bubblin
No paper trail
Don't write down my hustle
Niggas they started changing
Bitches went and betrayed me
Since I'm from the pavement
Creating my own lane
Now a Nigga gettin' paid
I'm feeling them throwing shade
All gas no breaks
Turning up all the hate
You can hate me
It's no more be humble sit down
It's stand up and stand out
Start bussin' bands out
See everything designer finer things
I'm Obama in the streets bout to LeBron em I'm a king
And I ain't worried bout shit
Yeah I still be poppin' P's
But I ain't worried bout a bitch
See money over everything homie
That's just the motive of America homie
If you look you might fall in love
Baby I don't talk too much
If you ain't got the bag
Shawty I ain't finna call you up
Bitch you know I ball too much
Yeah I ball too much Aye
Swish Swish Swish
Yeah I ball too much
Yeah I ball too much aye
Swish Swish Swish
Yeah I ball too much
Yeah I ball too much
James harden from the three
Boy don't make me step back
If you was ever looking for me
I was where the check at
If it's money on ya head
Then I'm where ya neck at
Cash ain't never a problem
I got it boy we can bet that
She gone give it up
if I pull up
Don't even have to call
We been throwing so many oops They don't know
Who gone pass the ball
Unc say he need me
I'm pulling up
Like what's happening dog
Made the money do a marathon And we ain't have to jog
Fourth-quarter pressure so
They had to put they greatest in
I'm a be the All-Star
U other niggas can play da bench
Out here balling on these niggas Like Jordan in 86
On my grind
Can't think about it
If it can't make me Rich
Dollars my occupation
All of the time I waited
Every day I be chasing
Don't got time to be waistin'
Had to get out the basement
They use to say
I wouldn't make it but
Look at me now
Been in the lead
Just give me the crown
If you look you might fall in love
Baby I don't talk too much
If you ain't got the bag
Shawty I ain't finna call you up
Bitch you know I ball too much
Yeah I ball too much Aye
Swish Swish Swish
Yeah I ball too much
Yeah I ball too much aye
Swish Swish Swish
Yeah I ball too much
Yeah I ball too much
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Writer(s): Charles Sanford, Isaiah Combs
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