I'mma tell her bust it for the man for the kid
How you wanna ball how you really wanna live
I was wrappin' up the present before a nigga got a gift
Man behind the pen I'm checkin rappers of list
A nigga said he got beef heard that shit was just myth
Real street nigga take a sip and a sniff,
Real dope dealer take a hit roll a spliff
Push me to the edge I ain't jumpin' off the cliff
They time is money well this is money well spent
Nowadays I'm gettin used to countin' dead presidents
O-G taught me how to flip eight ball to a brick
Never gave a bitch no money send a snap or pic
Dumb niggas gettin paid my call it stupid rich
No wings on my back they say the boy heaven sent
Filthy$tyles - How You Wanna Ball Lyrics
Filthy$tyles - How You Wanna Ball Lyrics
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I'mma tell her bust it for the man for the kid
How you wanna ball how you really wanna live
I was wrappin' up the present before a nigga got a gift
Man behind the pen I'm checkin rappers of list
A nigga said he got beef heard that shit was just myth
Real street nigga take a sip and a sniff,
Real dope dealer take a hit roll a spliff
Push me to the edge I ain't jumpin' off the cliff
They time is money well this is money well spent
Nowadays I'm gettin used to countin' dead presidents
O-G taught me how to flip eight ball to a brick
Never gave a bitch no money send a snap or pic
Dumb niggas gettin paid my call it stupid rich
No wings on my back they say the boy heaven sent
How you wanna ball how you really wanna live
I was wrappin' up the present before a nigga got a gift
Man behind the pen I'm checkin rappers of list
A nigga said he got beef heard that shit was just myth
Real street nigga take a sip and a sniff,
Real dope dealer take a hit roll a spliff
Push me to the edge I ain't jumpin' off the cliff
They time is money well this is money well spent
Nowadays I'm gettin used to countin' dead presidents
O-G taught me how to flip eight ball to a brick
Never gave a bitch no money send a snap or pic
Dumb niggas gettin paid my call it stupid rich
No wings on my back they say the boy heaven sent
Writer: DeAndre Stanford
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