Ball
(When I)
(When I)
When I pop off imma rocket
You can not touch him
He such a fly mother fucker
Let me get it in ya head
We gonna ball, we all started from nothing
Put the pedal to the metal
We ain gone stop
Ion trust shit
The opps out the chops out
I'll never trust a broke bitch
Buss down Cuban on my arm
Damn niggas hating wait your turn
Tom Ford shades keep me playa
Real nigga always plays his part
Been broke ain going back
(Been broke ain going back)
Ain gotta taste it just to get it
Ion make money not to spend it
Ain got a glock not bust it
Nah we ain't brunchin in public
I'm just tryna feel it when you touch me
Lick up down like a slushee
Took that lil hoe to the country
Cuban link wrapped round my neck
Take off cause I'm about to offset
Niggas can't stand me imma threat
Ball
Ball
Imma ball
Ball
Ball
Imma ball
Ball
Ball
Imma ball
Ball
Ball
Imma ball
When I pop off imma rocket
You can not touch him
He such a fly mother fucker
Let me get it in ya head
We gonna ball, we all started from nothing
Put the pedal to the metal
We ain gone stop
Ion trust shit
The opps out the chops out
I'll never trust a broke bitch
Never been the type to want somebody life
Go harder whenever I switch it up
These diamonds is dancing
They can not stand it
Gotti ain never gone give a fuck
We rose from the ashes
Go back to back and
Pour Alize in my double cup
They wanted me to change
Now they know my name
Broke bitch get your quarters up
Ball
Ball
Imma ball
Ball
Ball
Imma ball
Ball
Ball
Imma ball
Ball
Ball
Imma ball
(When I)
When I pop off imma rocket
You can not touch him
He such a fly mother fucker
Let me get it in ya head
We gonna ball, we all started from nothing
Put the pedal to the metal
We ain gone stop
Ion trust shit
The opps out the chops out
I'll never trust a broke bitch
Buss down Cuban on my arm
Damn niggas hating wait your turn
Tom Ford shades keep me playa
Real nigga always plays his part
Been broke ain going back
(Been broke ain going back)
Ain gotta taste it just to get it
Ion make money not to spend it
Ain got a glock not bust it
Nah we ain't brunchin in public
I'm just tryna feel it when you touch me
Lick up down like a slushee
Took that lil hoe to the country
Cuban link wrapped round my neck
Take off cause I'm about to offset
Niggas can't stand me imma threat
Ball
Ball
Imma ball
Ball
Ball
Imma ball
Ball
Ball
Imma ball
Ball
Ball
Imma ball
When I pop off imma rocket
You can not touch him
He such a fly mother fucker
Let me get it in ya head
We gonna ball, we all started from nothing
Put the pedal to the metal
We ain gone stop
Ion trust shit
The opps out the chops out
I'll never trust a broke bitch
Never been the type to want somebody life
Go harder whenever I switch it up
These diamonds is dancing
They can not stand it
Gotti ain never gone give a fuck
We rose from the ashes
Go back to back and
Pour Alize in my double cup
They wanted me to change
Now they know my name
Broke bitch get your quarters up
Ball
Ball
Imma ball
Ball
Ball
Imma ball
Ball
Ball
Imma ball
Ball
Ball
Imma ball
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Writer(s): Calvin Williams
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