BALL

Lyrics

[Intro] I'm gon' let it shine, this little light of mine I'm gon' let it shine, let it shine (Ay) Light (I'm gon' let it shine) Livin' and grindin', hustlin', and trappin' (Light) Ay (I'm gon' let it shine), oh [Chorus] Let's get the money (Money) The bands (Bands), the racks (Racks), the cash (Ay) Whatever it's called (Ay, ay), let's get it all Fuck these haters (Fuck 'em) These lames (Ay), these snakes, these bitches (What else?) Fuck 12 and the law, show these niggas how to ball Let's get the paper (Paper), the skrilla (Skrilla) The loot (Loot), the guap (Ay) Whatever it's called (Ay, ay), let's get it all Fuck these haters (Fuck 'em) These lames, these snakes, these bitches (What else?) Fuck 12 and the law, show these niggas how to ball [Verse 1] Only you know what you been through Heart colder than an igloo Time to stand on my own two feet, that's what men do If that's my dog, then I'ma hold em down llike a friend do I got 'em, homie, I'm finna shake the town with a pencil Hating on me, where that get you? Nigga, I always been official Got a magazine for any hating nigga who want an issue I'm just here to get this money, let's just turn it up a little I put these hoes on pause, to that money, I continue Mash the gas, tell them niggas speed up Got my foot on they neck and I won't ease up And I don't mean to flex, but they can't keep up Let 'em get next, 'cause nigga we up Tellin' you now, Zebbo, he tough Still hoes down, G's up and I'm hungry for success Give me a plate I'm gon' eat up (For real) If they ever try to play you, tell 'em put that shit on pause Show the world what I'm about, reason why I wrote this song If them niggas say they balling, don't you do that shit all wrong Remember it's money over bitches, keep your family over all [Chorus] Let's get the money (Money) The bands (Bands), the racks (Racks), the cash (Ay) Whatever it's called (Ay, ay), let's get it all Fuck these haters (Fuck 'em) These lames (Ay), these snakes, these bitches (What else?) Fuck 12 and the law, show these niggas how to ball Let's get the paper (Paper), the skrilla (Skrilla) The loot (Loot), the guap (Ay) Whatever it's called (Ay, ay), let's get it all Fuck these haters (Fuck 'em) These lames, these snakes, these bitches (What else?) Fuck 12 and the law, show these niggas how to ball [Verse 2] Momma mad because son ain't go to college (Go to college) I told her, "Momma, let's not worry 'cause I got it" (What else?) M-Money is the object (Racks), I got to stay on top it Learned that from my brother Bandz And always kept that in my knowledge (Bro) He too cool, yeah, he too modest She tryna get beside us, got an ass just like Minaj's And I'm trying to get behind her (Behind her) The gang (Gang), she chose (Chose) It ain't the same, he cold (Cold) II might be faded, I'm gone (Gone) But still it never break that cold I hit the studio, hit record, niggas heard I spit that raw If you was looking for a nigga, you might find me in her draws Yeah, she wanted me to cuff, too bad I can't fuck with the laws Remember it's money over bitches, keep your family over all I'ma go hard for my family, I'ma go hard for my dogs Keep shit nothing but a hundred, I'ma give this here my all Middle finger to a hater, middle finger to the law [Outro] Do this shit here for the city Show these niggas how to ball Let's get the money (Money)