Wanna Ball
(I wanna ball)
(Uh, I wanna ball)
(I want it all, I wanna ball)
I remember I didn't have shit, Nothing (No)
Not a thing (Yea)
I remember I was just a kid
Now these bitches wanna have my kin (What)
These niggas must think I'm a bank (Huh)
All my money I still won't lend (No)
Same niggas that want a handout
Never had an open hand (What, Swear)
Too much money, Bands
Bands, Bands, Bands
Too many bitches, Damn
Damn, Damn, Damn
Got too much smoke in the room
We need a fan, fan (Wooo)
Every time I go to my hood
You know I'm the man, man, man
I been doin' good (Good)
I been doin' straight (Yea)
These niggas want me to lose (Lose)
Man I love the hate
All these niggas hate
Yea, it's okay
Cause when I drop this tape
I'ma laugh in they face yea (Hahaha)
Too much money to count
My whole fit cost more than your house
Niggas wanna cry and pout
Just cause I stole um their spouse yea
Niggas said that I changed, Just cause I done made it out
And I'ma keep wearing these chains
Til' they let my niggas out
Get the money, Get the money
Man I want it all (It all)
I wanna ball
I don't ever wanna call you (No)
I want a Richard (Yea)
Richard on my wrist (My wrist)
I wanna flex on my ex because I'm rich (I'm Rich)
She said that she love me (Who)
That's one lying bitch (Lie)
Mr. Do Not Touch Me, you might just have that Covid (Uh)
Mr. I'm So Lucky (Yea)
Mr. Flip a Brick (Flip)
Mr. Known to Walk With an Extended Clip
Uh-Uh-Uh-Uh-Uh
Extended Clip
Uh-Uh-Uh-Uh-Uh
Known to flip a brick
Uh-Uh-Uh-Uh-Uh
You know this gotta hit
Know I have a hit, this shit
Yea Yea
(Go get the money man I want it all)
(I wanna ball)
(Uh, I wanna ball)
(I want it all, I wanna ball)
I remember I didn't have shit, Nothing (No)
Not a thing (Yea)
I remember I was just a kid
Now these bitches wanna have my kin (What)
These niggas must think I'm a bank (Huh)
All my money I still won't lend (No)
Same niggas that want a handout
Never had an open hand (What, Swear)
Too much money, Bands
Bands, Bands, Bands
Too many bitches, Damn
Damn, Damn, Damn
Got too much smoke in the room
We need a fan, fan (Wooo)
Every time I go to my hood
You know I'm the man, man, man
(Get the money, Get the money)
(Man I want it all)
(I wanna ball, I don't ever wanna call you)
(I don't ever wanna stall you)
Stunna, Yeah
(Uh, I wanna ball)
(I want it all, I wanna ball)
I remember I didn't have shit, Nothing (No)
Not a thing (Yea)
I remember I was just a kid
Now these bitches wanna have my kin (What)
These niggas must think I'm a bank (Huh)
All my money I still won't lend (No)
Same niggas that want a handout
Never had an open hand (What, Swear)
Too much money, Bands
Bands, Bands, Bands
Too many bitches, Damn
Damn, Damn, Damn
Got too much smoke in the room
We need a fan, fan (Wooo)
Every time I go to my hood
You know I'm the man, man, man
I been doin' good (Good)
I been doin' straight (Yea)
These niggas want me to lose (Lose)
Man I love the hate
All these niggas hate
Yea, it's okay
Cause when I drop this tape
I'ma laugh in they face yea (Hahaha)
Too much money to count
My whole fit cost more than your house
Niggas wanna cry and pout
Just cause I stole um their spouse yea
Niggas said that I changed, Just cause I done made it out
And I'ma keep wearing these chains
Til' they let my niggas out
Get the money, Get the money
Man I want it all (It all)
I wanna ball
I don't ever wanna call you (No)
I want a Richard (Yea)
Richard on my wrist (My wrist)
I wanna flex on my ex because I'm rich (I'm Rich)
She said that she love me (Who)
That's one lying bitch (Lie)
Mr. Do Not Touch Me, you might just have that Covid (Uh)
Mr. I'm So Lucky (Yea)
Mr. Flip a Brick (Flip)
Mr. Known to Walk With an Extended Clip
Uh-Uh-Uh-Uh-Uh
Extended Clip
Uh-Uh-Uh-Uh-Uh
Known to flip a brick
Uh-Uh-Uh-Uh-Uh
You know this gotta hit
Know I have a hit, this shit
Yea Yea
(Go get the money man I want it all)
(I wanna ball)
(Uh, I wanna ball)
(I want it all, I wanna ball)
I remember I didn't have shit, Nothing (No)
Not a thing (Yea)
I remember I was just a kid
Now these bitches wanna have my kin (What)
These niggas must think I'm a bank (Huh)
All my money I still won't lend (No)
Same niggas that want a handout
Never had an open hand (What, Swear)
Too much money, Bands
Bands, Bands, Bands
Too many bitches, Damn
Damn, Damn, Damn
Got too much smoke in the room
We need a fan, fan (Wooo)
Every time I go to my hood
You know I'm the man, man, man
(Get the money, Get the money)
(Man I want it all)
(I wanna ball, I don't ever wanna call you)
(I don't ever wanna stall you)
Stunna, Yeah
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Writer(s): Stunnaboi Jay
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