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Rick Ross - Ball (Remix) Feat. Gunplay Lyrics

Mastermind, nigga
Money bag, shorty, IÂ’mma take over all this shit
I put that money on you, nigga,
Your own brotherÂ’ll do you, you hear me?
Yeah you, nigga
ThatÂ’s your granddaddyÂ’s house

RidinÂ’ with a model, a prize she can swallow
Tat my name on her any nigga got a problem
Crib big as Lennox, fuck going shoppinÂ’
Throw a couple dollars, when you compare papi
Bitch you know I got it, I could get you waxed
Dirty ass nigga do your ass for a stack
White Reeboks I ride in the Porsche
Gladys Knight, hazard lights, got a bag for your boy
RIP Jean, rest in peace Deemy D
ATL legends when it came to the green
Wanna start a war with them Miami boys
Fuck around and just make your granddaddy house explode

At your granddaddy house, nigga
Nigga, I put a million on you

Boss, boss, boss, boss, boss, boss, boss, boss, boss
Boss, boss, boss, boss, boss, boss, boss, boss, boss

Double M G, nigga, we run this shit, fuck

Hundred hoes in the house and they all fucking
Watch dog ass Gunplay ball again
I donÂ’t see these motherfuckers, they small as hell
Two places I ain’t goin’ – broke and jail
You think you really run this shit until you run into me
We can turn this into whatever you want it to be
I got a bitch in the bed, I got fee in the safe
So much fee in the safe, she let me pee in her face
I need a cunt and a blunt, every day of the month
ItÂ’s a full time job not to trigger you up
I know all yÂ’all hatinÂ’, IÂ’m the nigga you love
Fresh out the cuff spot and fill up the club
You say you got hoes, nigga, how many?
Show me one and I bet IÂ’ve been all in it
Every day since then she been callinÂ’ me
I was all in that pussy smokinÂ’ Paul Lemon

Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt

The club full of bad bitches and they came to play
Okay it must be your hair ‘cause it ain't your fate
Now if you lookinÂ’ for them bottles and them stacks girl
Then make your way up to my section where itÂ’s at girl
Okay now do you wanna kick it with a nigga with a meal ticket
Broke nigga looking mad, they just gotta deal with it
Get right hoe roll a dice hoe
And you ain't gotta be a dyke ‘cause you like hoes
But every day I spent behind the wall
I do it big, ride fly, stunt, shine and ball
I got a bunch of money, so come and get it from me
And a bucket full of bottles, bust it open
If you wanna get

This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt

AinÂ’t no nigga like the young money nigga
Pop that pussy like a gun, pull the trigger
Shake that ass like a salt shaker
I keep a L lit up like a elevator
Bitch shake it like a dog, hop like a frog, ride it like a horse
I throw that dick like darts
Drink all muddy, flag all bloody
IÂ’m killinÂ’ these hoes like that nigga Ted Bundy
IÂ’m a good lookinÂ’ rapper, I ainÂ’t tryina stunt
IÂ’mma fire my blunt like Donald Trump
Where you at hoe? Where you at hoe?
Can a nigga stick his key up in your back door?

This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt

And do the thing in slow motion like Soulja Slim
And come around, wipe me down like Â… and them
Back that thang up for me, show me that you love me
If itÂ’s really too much for you, you can bring a couple buddies
Every day I do my thang, big stones and chains
She let me drill all in her mouth, no Novocaine
Them other broke niggas, all they did was told you things
I could get you on that G4 and show you thangs
I like my women fat assed, pretty toes and things
Long hair don't care as long as none down there
If itÂ’s manicured I can have fun down there
Take you to whatever club, throw some money in the air

This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt

Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt
 

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