SHORT DAWG - I Ball lyrics

rate me

Love show not lie!

Rich rockling!

You’re lighting, lighting that rear, it’s a SF

Me and the money stay connected like the WiFi

I got your women wearing nothing but the thighs highs

Give a dope deal, give that bitch sky high!

Step in this thing, turb like the dough nut

Bitch, I don’t roll weed, that’s your job.

Talk to ‘em rich rocket, you’re a preacher

These bitches wanna learn you to teach…

Rule number one, keep your pussy right!

Bitch pussy, run your world, what your pussy like?

Cash can’t stack if your ass can’t frat

But your rabbit ass mind, think my ass ain’t strap!

Got a lil Queens bitch, is she teasing the trap?

She’ll have a ménage with you, but your fee is the stack

And I’m breathing in gass, and the… is my class

You’re fucking the dirty niggas, probably leave with the rats!

I just leave with the cash, got ‘em to rebel

Better leave with the bag, I ain’t meaning to brag,

But I got jet-line flying circles around nigga

You are square like plat, unaware of the fact

That I run this bitch and I ain’t getting tired!

(Bitch!) My light skin bitch, got fire!

My Puerto Rican bitch got higher

No accounts, all the money get wired!

Hook:

Yeah, I ball!

I don’t really know about ya!

Every day, top down when I…

I don’t really know about ya!

Money break, their hoes on call

I don’t really know about ya!

Strap feel, my niggas ain’t trying to ball

I don’t really know about ya!

Look, chicken hoes trap make you feel golf

I don’t play golf, but I feel close

I’m too turned up, get some ear plugs

(Where you at?)

I’m at the bar sipping syrup by the beer mug

Ideal drugs on my wrist, bling

I shine like the… on the six rings

He bought the hoe a coach, she want the swiss teams

I trip the lean like the verse, I need the sixteen

Chirs… make the chicks bling like a Saint Lauren

I bet your favorite rapper know that they ain’t hard as me

I’m known to flip chicks, but I’m going first week six

Chopper clique-clique, split you up like a pig stitch.

I wake up every morning trying to get rich

If I don’t make a hit song, I’mma….

These freshmen, I’mma kill them with the crowd

Let them niggas know!

And no, I didn’t end it in the driveway!

Hook: (x2)

Yeah, I ball!

I don’t really know about ya!

Every day, top down when I…

I don’t really know about ya!

Money break, their hoes on call

I don’t really know about ya!

Strap feel, my niggas ain’t trying to ball

I don’t really know about ya!