Ball

I Told Baby girl, Im gonna ball
Baby Girl, Im gonna ball
I want to say that Im’a ball but I already told 'em
Mercedes Vinny but still I pull up without a chauffeur
I need more
More money let me count that
My bitches ass fat, when I slap let it bounce back
I’m in to luxury shit and my girl addicted
Me without bitches is a vision I couldn’t picture
The way a nigga sip lean i be so Texas
Cheers Club champagne for the whole section
G5 come and ride sky with me
Bubble jacket see the Burrough G5 type Chilly
Vinny ride by illy with bitches beside Vinny
Where my niggas? We be chillen
My niggas would die with me
Swag
Pull up in something
Watch cost like a condo
Presidential bezzy that’s European like pasta
Coped it mad quickly
For all the other times other guys went and got mad fly and I ain’t get shit
Cups they full of liquid
Never should of gave these young niggas money
Rolls Royce full of misfits
Inf’s and cash money
And all the other niggas think their better than the damn cheers club
Mad funny
Double champagne glass full of cash mad honey’s
When I pull up to my crib the grab the bags for me
Valet, young Cha$e, mad cake, dont play
Mad bitches want to get in my cars like 'okay'
Cha$e