BALL

[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)