Lyrics

[Intro: Post Malone] (Yeah) Uh (Yeah) Ball for me [Pre-Chorus: Post Malone] (Baby, could you?) I got too much on my mind right now (Oh-oh-oh) I ain't got the time to get you Saint Laurent now (Could you?) I got too much on my mind right now (Oh-oh-oh) Time to hit Rodeo, give my baby thirty thou' [Chorus: Post Malone] Ooh, ball for me Ooh, b-ball for me, yeah Ooh, ball for me Ooh, b-ball for me, yeah [Verse 1: Post Malone] 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, baby (Saint Laurent, baby) Damn, you love that money, baby (Oh-oh-oh) Hunnid thousand plus hunnid thousand, my whip (My whip, my whip) Th-thirty thousand plus thirty 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) (Oh-oh-oh) 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'm in Europe tourin' Sorry, lil' mama, I can't give you more [Pre-Chorus: Post Malone] (Baby, could you?) I got too much on my mind right now (Oh-oh-oh) I ain't got the time to get you Saint Laurent now (Could you?) I got too much on my mind right now (Oh-oh-oh) Time to hit Rodeo, give my baby thirty thou' [Chorus: Post Malone] Ooh, ball for me Ooh, b-ball for me, yeah Ooh, ball for me Ooh, b-ball for me, yeah [Verse 2: Nicki Minaj] Yo, gotta hit him on the jack When you comin' back? Where is you at on the map? Everything is intact Coulda been a seamstress, still wouldn't cut him slack Pretty much ain't got a clue "Itty Bitty Piggy"-back off everything I do But I'm still droppin' jaws Got 'em lookin' like James Harden at the awards (Oh-oh-oh) 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 (Oh-oh-oh) 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? (Uh) [Pre-Chorus: Post Malone] (Baby, could you?) I got too much on my mind right now (Oh-oh-oh) I ain't got the time to get you Saint Laurent now (Could you?) I got too much on my mind right now (Oh-oh-oh) Time to hit Rodeo, give my baby thirty thou' [Chorus: Post Malone & Nicki Minaj] Ooh, ball for me Ooh, b-ball for me, yeah Ooh, ball for me (What it tastes like) Ooh, b-ball for me, yeah Ooh, ball for me (What it tastes like) Ooh, b-ball for me, yeah Ooh, ball for me (What it tastes like) Ooh, b-ball for me, yeah