Ball Player ft. Ronnie Stacks Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah Dolce, Dolce & Gabbana, got your body from your

Mama Can't lie, girl, I'm doin' what I wanna do

I'm at the function, how I end up in the darker room

Thought you was standing behind me, smelled yo fenty perfume

Baby, you look good, later I can get inside of you

Sippin' on this purple, while you suck me like a popsicle

Stackin' all this money, so my baby got no problems

Put you in designer, Celine and a Ferragamo

Caitlyn Jenner flow, can't believe that I'm him

The way my young niggas be ballin', they done broke the rim

We ain't goin' for no leg shots, we ain't from brims

My young niggas pushin' pounds, they ain't at the gym

I know, how you feel

Pour liquor on that wound, baby, let it heal

I still, won't let you walk away

Cause I still got so much to say

Devil in your ear, tryna keep you away from me

What's mine is mine, why these bitches tryna take from me

I'll give you the world, we can fly, this is great money

She said that we can link up when I change to late for me

Stack it and stash it, it's all in the mattress

We fuck it up, do it again

Fuck it up, we do it again, we do it again

Let's have an entanglement, August and Jada

I want it with you and your friend

Let me fuck you and your friend, yeah

Workin' hard in the trap, I work hard like a ball player

Bitch, tryna ask me about my mans, bitch, we all players

I ain't really trippin' bout a buck, no, I'm a star player

I been hoopin', gettin' bucks, nigga, all year

Momma like, you only rappin', boy, get a job, yeah

You don't even see what I got on, what it cost yea

Now me and bro we close to takin' off, yeah, we gone

In my city, niggas bitches and some rats, niggas be weird

Young and dumb in the streets, know we wildin'

But niggas ain't stay broke, cause you know the money pilin

Me and you shorty together, know we always vibing I remember back you said that we be shinin