Ball for Me

Album: Beerbongs & Bentleys (2018)
Charted: 70 16
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  • Uh, woah

    Baby could you? I got too much on my mind right now
    I ain't got the time to get you Saint Laurent down
    Could you? I got too much on my mind right now
    Time to hit Rodeo, give my baby 30 thou'

    Oh oh oh oh oh ooh, ball for me
    Oh oh oh oh oh ooh, b-ball for me, yeah
    Oh oh oh oh oh ooh, ball for me
    Oh oh oh oh oh ooh, b-ball for me, yeah

    I'm on the road, I'm gettin' paid
    Like what you want, baby? (What you want, baby?)
    You're bougie, baby, but I love you, baby
    Give you the world, baby (you the world, baby)
    Paid five grand for a handbag
    That's Saint Laurent (Saint Laurent, baby)
    Damn, you love that money, baby (oh oh oh)
    Hunnid thousand plus hunnid thousand, my whip (my whip, my whip)
    30 thousand plus 30 thousand, my wrist (my wrist, my wrist)
    We got alcohol plus bad bitches, that's lit (that's lit, that's lit)
    I swear baby, we was just kissin', that's it (that's it, that's it)
    How could I forget the shit that you done done for me? (For me)
    Baby gonna take the charge and take the fall for me (for me)
    Would love to take you shoppin', but girl, I'll be on tour
    Sorry, lil' mama, I can't give you more

    Baby could you? I got too much on my mind right now
    I ain't got the time to get you Saint Laurent down
    Could you? I got too much on my mind right now
    Time to hit Rodeo, give my baby 30 thou'

    Oh oh oh oh oh ooh, ball for me
    Oh oh oh oh oh ooh, b-ball for me, yeah
    Oh oh oh oh oh ooh, ball for me
    Oh oh oh oh oh ooh, b-ball for me, yeah

    Yo, gotta hit him on the jack
    When you comin' back? Where is you at on the map?
    Everything is intact
    Could have been a seamstress, still wouldn't cut him slack
    Pretty much, ain't got a clue
    Itty bitty piggyback off everything I do
    But I'm still droppin' jaws
    Got 'em lookin' like James Harden at the awards
    Back to you, I'm so into you
    For real, breh like I'm kin to you
    If you a 10, I add 10 to you
    They be mad when I tend to you
    That's what the bae like
    Call me Buffy 'cause that's what I slay like
    These bitches, I son 'em like it's daylight
    These niggas wanna know what it tastes like
    What it tastes like, yo, what it tastes like, yo
    They wanna know what it tastes like, yo
    All this ice, it should taste like snow
    Get kimonos and let's fly to Tokyo
    Pretty, pretty please baby, won't you cop this for me?

    Baby could you? I got too much on my mind right now
    I ain't got the time to get you Saint Laurent down
    Could you? I got too much on my mind right now
    Time to hit Rodeo, give my baby 30 thou'

    Oh oh oh oh oh ooh, ball for me
    Oh oh oh oh oh ooh, b-ball for me, yeah
    Oh oh oh oh oh ooh, ball for me
    Oh oh oh oh oh ooh, b-ball for me, yeah

    Oh oh oh oh oh ooh, ball for me (what it tastes like)
    Oh oh oh oh oh ooh, b-ball for me, yeah
    Oh oh oh oh oh ooh, ball for me (what it tastes like)
    Oh oh oh oh oh ooh, b-ball for me, yeah Writer/s: Austin Post, Louis Bell, Onika Maraj
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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