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Ayy, I just wanna ball, ball, ball Diamonds on my ears and my wrist and my arms Two hoes on call That do it all, Ethika on my drawers She ain't gotta ask, lil' mama know I'm raw You know I'm a baller, baby Shot caller, baby I can buy that new Mercedes Pull up, I'm a hooper, baby You know I'm a shooter, baby You know we keep all the scores Pull up in the Aventador Tell me, what you crying for? Tell me, what he lying for? He ain't never balled, baby He ain't Sean Paul, baby He ain't John Wall, baby He ain't take the rock, re-rock and throw it off the wall, baby I was down too damn long but I'm on now We was taking business trips but we home now They gotta send a thirty piece whеnever we hit thе road now Whole gang Moncler uniform when we cold out Can't let 'em know the play, everything we say gotta be in code now Die before I'll slow down Let a fuck nigga get slapped up like it's a showdown Letras de cancionesI was in the field, getting extra points at the store now Used to be scared, that card going through for sure now I just wanna ball, yeah I just wanna pull up Rolls truck like y'all I just wanna pull up, neck busting like, "Ah" Like, he done run it up on y'all Uh, I just wanna, I just wanna ball Ayy, I just wanna ball, ball, ball Diamonds on my ears and my wrist and my arms Two hoes on call That do it all, Ethika on my drawers She ain't gotta ask, lil' mama know I'm raw You know I'm a baller, baby Shot caller, baby I can buy that new Mercedes Pull up, I'm a hooper, baby You know I'm a shooter, baby You know we keep all the scores Pull up in the Aventador Tell me, what you crying for? You know I'ma let you ride like Meg thee Stallion, I drive all the Porsches You know I'ma drop like three bands on your weave, saving all the horses I know you got that ass, shake that shit, go do all the twerking Let's go to Saks Fifth, let's do all the splurging You know I'm a baller, baby Got a little bit taller, baby These hoes know they can't get to me, it done got a lil' harder, baby The Saint Laurent shorts, Chrome Hearts cost that copper, baby Yeah, ayy, I make the same money as your doctor, baby Yeah, I can take a Uber helicopter, I won't pop it Rich nigga, shit don't never hurt my pockets All profit, got too many bills, it can't fit in my wallet Alzheimer's, can't remember being broke 'cause I'm ballin' Ayy, I just wanna ball, ball, ball Diamonds on my ears and my wrist and my arms Two hoes on call That do it all, Ethika on my drawers She ain't gotta ask, lil' mama know I'm raw You know I'm a baller, baby Shot caller, baby I can buy that new Mercedes Pull up, I'm a hooper, baby You know I'm a shooter, baby You know we keep all the scores Pull up in the Aventador Tell me, what you crying for? Bentley truck, been all in it Lamb' truck, been all in it Got the chef pulling up at the house, ain't gotta call in it First time we flying out on a jet, I smoked all in it I was wit' a thick, lil' bitch, she choked all on it She had vibes pull up to the crib, I choked all of 'em I don't even follow them But I just hit the mall with them Had to take it off for them Fuck 'em all anytime I want, ain't gotta talk to them I just wanna ball, yeah I just wanna pull up Rolls truck like y'all I just wanna pull up, neck busting like, "Ah" Like, he done run it up on y'all Uh, I just wanna, I just wanna ball Ayy, I just wanna ball, ball, ball Diamonds on my ears and my wrist and my arms Two hoes on call That do it all, Ethika on my drawers She ain't gotta ask, lil' mama know I'm raw You know I'm a baller, baby Shot caller, baby I can buy that new Mercedes From Letras Mania