Rick Ross - Ball (Remix) Feat. Gunplay lyrics

rate me

Mastermind, nigga

Money bag, shorty, I’mma take over all this shit

I put that money on you, nigga,

Your own brother’ll do you, you hear me?

Yeah you, nigga

That’s your granddaddy’s house

Ridin’ with a model, a prize she can swallow

Tat my name on her any nigga got a problem

Crib big as Lennox, fuck going shoppin’

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 don’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

It’s a full time job not to trigger you up

I know all y’all hatin’, I’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 I’ve been all in it

Every day since then she been callin’ me

I was all in that pussy smokin’ 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 lookin’ for them bottles and them stacks girl

Then make your way up to my section where it’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

Ain’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

I’m killin’ these hoes like that nigga Ted Bundy

I’m a good lookin’ rapper, I ain’t tryina stunt

I’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 … and them

Back that thang up for me, show me that you love me

If it’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 it’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