Lyrics Ball (feat. Lil Wayne, T.I. & Rick Ross) - lil wayne , Gunplay

Mastermind, niggar
Money bag, shorty, I'mma take over all this shit
I put that money on you, nigga,
Your own brother'll do you, you hear me?
Yeah you, nigga
That's your granddaddy's house

Ridin' with a model, a prize she can swallow
Tat my name on her any nigga got a problem
Crib big as Lennox, fuck going shoppin'
Throw a couple dollars, when you compare papi
Bitch you know I got it, I could get you waxed
Dirty ass nigga do your ass for a stack
White Reeboks I ride in the Porsche
Gladys Knight, hazard lights, got a bag for your boy
RIP Jean, rest in peace Deemy D
ATL legends when it came to the green
Wanna start a war with them Miami boys
Fuck around and just make your granddaddy house explode

At your granddaddy house, nigga
Nigga, I put a million on you

Boss, boss, boss, boss, boss, boss, boss, boss, boss
Boss, boss, boss, boss, boss, boss, boss, boss, boss

Double M G, nigga, we run this shit, fuck

Hundred hoes in the house and they all fucking
Watch dog ass Gunplay ball again
I don't see these motherfuckers, they small as hell
Two places I ain't goin' – broke and jail
You think you really run this shit until you run into me
We can turn this into whatever you want it to be
I got a bitch in the bed, I got fee in the safe
So much fee in the safe, she let me pee in her face
I need a cunt and a blunt, every day of the month
It's a full time job not to trigger you up
I know all y'all hatin', I'm the nigga you love
Fresh out the cuff spot and fill up the club
You say you got hoes, nigga, how many?
Show me one and I bet I've been all in it
Every day since then she been callin' me
I was all in that pussy smokin' Paul Lemon

Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt

The club full of bad bitches and they came to play
Okay it must be your hair 'cause it ain't your fate
Now if you lookin' for them bottles and them stacks girl
Then make your way up to my section where it's at girl
Okay now do you wanna kick it with a nigga with a meal ticket
Broke nigga looking mad, they just gotta deal with it
Get right hoe roll a dice hoe
And you ain't gotta be a dyke 'cause you like hoes