Ball - Vinny Cha$e, Kid Art

I Told Baby girl, Im gonna ball

Baby Girl, Im gonna ball

I want to say that Im’a ball but I already told 'em

Mercedes Vinny but still I pull up without a chauffeur

I need more

More money let me count that

My bitches ass fat, when I slap let it bounce back

I’m in to luxury shit and my girl addicted

Me without bitches is a vision I couldn’t picture

The way a nigga sip lean i be so Texas

Cheers Club champagne for the whole section

G5 come and ride sky with me

Bubble jacket see the Burrough G5 type Chilly

Vinny ride by illy with bitches beside Vinny

Where my niggas?

We be chillen

My niggas would die with me

Swag

Pull up in something

Watch cost like a condo

Presidential bezzy that’s European like pasta

Coped it mad quickly

For all the other times other guys went and got mad fly and I ain’t get shit

Cups they full of liquid

Never should of gave these young niggas money

Rolls Royce full of misfits

Inf’s and cash money

And all the other niggas think their better than the damn cheers club

Mad funny

Double champagne glass full of cash mad honey’s

When I pull up to my crib the grab the bags for me

Valet, young Cha$e, mad cake, dont play

Mad bitches want to get in my cars like 'okay'

Cha$e