I Jus Wanna Ball Lyrics - Singles - Forch Fabalon

(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