Текст песни Ball For Me - Post Malone feat. Nicki Minaj

Uh, woah, for me
Baby, could you, I got too much on my mind right now, ohh
I ain't got the time to get you Saint Laurent down
Could you, I got too much on my mind right now, ohh
Time to hit Rodeo, give my baby thirty thou'
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh
Ball for me
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh
B-ball for me, yeah
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh
Ball for me
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh
B-ball for me, yeah
I'm on the road, I'm gettin' paid, like what you want, baby
You're bougie, baby, but I love you, baby, give you the world, baby
Paid five grand for a handbag, that's Saint Laurent, baby
Damn, you love that money, baby, ohh
Hunnid thousand, plus hunnid thousand, my whip
Thirty thousand plus thirty thousand, my wrist
We got alcohol, plus bad bitches, that's lit
I swear, baby, we was just kissin', that's it
How could I forget the shit that you done done for me
Baby, gonna take the charge and take the fall 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, ohh
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 thirty thou'
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh
Ball for me
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh
B-ball for me, yeah
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh
Ball for me
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-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've 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 ya
For real, breh, like I'm kin to ya
If you a ten, I add ten to ya
They be mad when I tend to ya
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, uh
Baby, could you, I got too much on my mind right now, ohh
I ain't got the time to get you Saint Laurent down
Could you, I got too much on my mind right now, ohh
Time to hit Rodeo, give my baby thirty thou'
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh
Ball for me
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh
B-ball for me, yeah
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh
Ball for me
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh
B-ball for me, yeah
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh
Ball for me
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh
B-ball for me, yeah
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh
Ball for me
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh
B-ball for me, yeah