Till We Ball

Every time I see you; you working nigga
What you mean because I'm grinding nigga
This shit ain't just about me
I'm trynna make sure my mother straight
My kids good, they kids good and they kids gotta eat too
So I grind nigga

Grind that shit to the gristle
Till we Ball
Flip it like a gymnast
Till we Ball
Tell the ref don't blow the whistle
Till we Ball
Want every dime every nickel
Till we Ball
Ball, Ball, Ball, Ball, Ball
Ball, Ball, Ball, Ball, Ball
Ball, Ball, Ball, Ball (Want Every Dime Every Nickel Till We) Ball, Ball

I just lost my Dad
May he rest in peace
Need a brand new pad
How can I Rest In Peace
They pay to see the rat
Like its Chuckee Cheese
I know real G's
And they really ducking D's
She is not my bitch
I just fuck and leave
Kvli you can have her (Why?)
Cause she won't fucking leave
Lee said can hit it
I said true indeed
Lava you a dog
But, these Bitches love my pedigree
I don't pop no pills
I just sip and chill
Uma Thurman at the mall
Watch me a Kill a Bill
I need a million for my children
In my fucking Will
When you real
Don't have to say it
Cause they know the deal
I don't need a doctor
Cause I know I'm ill
I think that I'm a Icon
Like the son of Will
I need a major deal
I need a major deal
So I can play inside of Lambue
Like the Packer's field
So We

Grind that shit to the gristle
Till we Ball
Flip it like a gymnast
Till we Ball
Tell the ref don't blow the whistle
Till we Ball
Want every dime every nickel
Till we Ball
Ball, Ball, Ball, Ball, Ball
Ball, Ball, Ball, Ball, Ball
Ball, Ball, Ball, Ball, (Want Every Dime Every Nickel Till We) Ball, Ball



Credits
Writer(s): Tyree Ward, Sadiq Dias
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