Ball Out E-40 (Ft. NhT Boyz)
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[Chorus]
I just wanna ball out with the squad
(With the squad at the bar with the stars and the cars out)
I just wanna ball out
(And when I walk in, bring every item in the mall out)
I just wanna ball out
(I’m like flying all the time, no sleep, I'ma do it for my niggas)
I just wanna ball out
(I be grindin' every day and all night, I’m a real go getter)
Let me show you how we do it, mayne, E-40
[Verse 1: E-40]
Under-spots, bat caves, digital beams and scanners
Gumbo pots, microwaves, ride down windows and cameras
Recon, swivel, stepping on that yatchy
Your money funny like a tickle, I make a thousand stacks an hour
I’m still connected like a rattle, still got a line on that there powder
I’m not a judge but got a jury, ballin' like Stephen Curry
Get you up outta here in a hurry if I must (BLAOW!)
Most of the time fools be worried 'cause they jealous their bitch on me
'Cause I'm wavy without the brush, no Murray's (Grease)
Power player, no bench press, just burpies (Beast)
Eating pistachios, cleaning my AK
Smoking me weed and bumping me reggae
All work no play play, I be gone 'til November, I’m leaving May
The best thing I want y’all to do for me is pray
That I make it home and get back safely one day
I’m a for real ass hustla, I stay on the fucking case
I'ma ball 'til I have it all ('Til what?) 'til I fall on my fucking face
BIATCH!
I just wanna ball out with the squad
(With the squad at the bar with the stars and the cars out)
I just wanna ball out
(And when I walk in, bring every item in the mall out)
I just wanna ball out
(I’m like flying all the time, no sleep, I'ma do it for my niggas)
I just wanna ball out
(I be grindin' every day and all night, I’m a real go getter)
Let me show you how we do it, mayne, E-40
[Verse 1: E-40]
Under-spots, bat caves, digital beams and scanners
Gumbo pots, microwaves, ride down windows and cameras
Recon, swivel, stepping on that yatchy
Your money funny like a tickle, I make a thousand stacks an hour
I’m still connected like a rattle, still got a line on that there powder
I’m not a judge but got a jury, ballin' like Stephen Curry
Get you up outta here in a hurry if I must (BLAOW!)
Most of the time fools be worried 'cause they jealous their bitch on me
'Cause I'm wavy without the brush, no Murray's (Grease)
Power player, no bench press, just burpies (Beast)
Eating pistachios, cleaning my AK
Smoking me weed and bumping me reggae
All work no play play, I be gone 'til November, I’m leaving May
The best thing I want y’all to do for me is pray
That I make it home and get back safely one day
I’m a for real ass hustla, I stay on the fucking case
I'ma ball 'til I have it all ('Til what?) 'til I fall on my fucking face
BIATCH!
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