I Just Wanna Ball Lyrics

(Intro talk)

Aye man my name Forch or whatever you want to call me

Doing everything they said we couldn't

(Ball!, yeah!)

Fabalon Fresh, you know what im saying

Fortune Fabalon, man, haters, doubters

(Baby I just wanna ball!)

We been doing this for years man, Me, Fame, Feady

You know what I'm saying, Mo, Big Pauly, Joey

Just basically having a good time you know what I mean!

(Versus One)

Yeah

(Ball!)

Welcome to the show though

I ain't into mollies

I'm addicted to the dough doe

I'm also into mommies that no abla English what so

But know just how to work to keep you focus on dat hustle

Keep you on your stack up

Get your racks on rack up

Sh*t, I keep a hater for motivation just to act up

Got a little burner on my now

Jus for back up

Just in case them brand new haters trip and want to act up

Swear for God I mean this

Swear for God I do this

Swear for God with one shot at the money I get to it

Swear for God them busters knock my hustle all I do is

Chopper, Chopper, down they block until

I feel they ruin

F*ck you ni**as doing

Lets get back to the money

Hash tag Puerto Rico women coconut and sunny

Hash tag Fabalon and all we know it getting money

Tell me player can you blame me?

What you want me looking bummy?

(Chorus)

Baby I just wanna ball! (yeah!)

Hope that you feel like (yeah!)

We could creep and crawl just as long as you freaking me right (yeah!)

You still got on them draws

What you trying to play a Gee like

I'd rather take a lost then get caught up with a flea like, (yeah!) be like

I just wanna ball (yeah!)

Hope that's what you gone do (yeah!)

Cause me I got to get this paper stacking

What you won't do (yeah!)

These Boys known to be some bad actors where we from fool (yeah!)

So I got to keep up with the traffic, so I don't lose

I just wanna ball!

(Verse Two)

I tell you ni**as one thing

Fabalon Fresh

You other ni**as come stains

Borderline pathetic

Your swag is dumb lame

Disappointment and rejection

Best description how you run things

Me I'm on the jets

Acapulco, Cabo

You can catch me in the west, whether Alief or that Ingle

You ni**a better spec

Hate to spill it over ego, cause your feeling upset

Another negro playing hero

Tell your momma God bless

That's what a player do

We do what we want

You do sh*t you suppose to do

Who the f*ck are you

I know we be Fabaloing

And we gone, get it, get it, sell it, stick it

Till the morning, yall you up and yawning

We running round and getting punk

You ni**as at home counting sheep that jump

While a real player never wasting his trumps

I don't, ever, want to, be a, lame, a**, ni**a, so I

Get it, Get it, Get it, Get it, Get it, Get it, Get it, yeah!

(Chorus)

Baby I just wanna ball! (yeah!)

Hope that you feel like (yeah!)

We could creep and crawl just as long as you freaking me right (yeah!)

You still got on them draws

What you trying to play a Gee like

I'd rather take a lost then get caught up with a flea like, (yeah!) be like

I just wanna ball (yeah!)

Hope that's what you gone do (yeah!)

Cause me I got to get this paper stacking

What you won't do (yeah!)

These Boys known to be some bad actors where we from fool (yeah!)

So I got to keep up with the traffic, so I don't lose

I just wanna ball!

(Vamp)

(I just wanna Ball!)

We, ball or nothing at all

We, ball, or nothing at all

(Baby I just wanna Ball!)

We, ball or nothing at all

We, ball, or nothing at all

(Baby I just wanna Ball!)

We, ball or nothing at all

We, ball, or nothing at all

(Baby I just wanna Ball!)

We, ball or nothing at all

We, ball, or nothing at all