Ball For Me Lyrics - Post Malone

Uh, woah 

(Baby, could you?) I got too much on my mind right now 

I ain't got the time to get you Saint Laurent down 

(Could you?) I got too much on my mind right now 

Time to hit Rodeo, give my baby 30 thou' 

Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for me 

Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeah 

Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for me 

Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeah 

I'm on the road, I'm gettin' paid 

Like what you want, baby? (What you want, baby?) 

You're bougie, baby, but I love you 

Baby, give you the world, baby (you the world, baby) 

Paid five grand for a handbag 

That's Saint Laurent (Saint Laurent, baby) 

Damn, you love that money, baby (oh-oh-oh) 

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Hunnid thousand plus hunnid thousand, my whip (my whip, my whip) 

30 thousand plus 30 thousand, my wrist (my wrist, my wrist) 

We got alcohol plus bad bitches, that's lit (that's lit, that's lit) 

I swear, baby, we was just kissin', that's it (that's it, that's it) 

How could I forget the shit that you done done for me? (for me) 

Baby, gonna take the charge and take the fall for me (for me) 

Would love to take you shoppin', but girl, I'll be on tour 

Sorry, lil' mama, I can't give you more 

(Baby, could you?) I got too much on my mind right now 

I ain't got the time to get you Saint Laurent down 

(Could you?) I got too much on my mind right now 

Time to hit Rodeo, give my baby 30 thou' 

Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for me 

Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeah 

Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for me 

Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeah 

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Yo, gotta hit him on the jack 

When you comin' back? Where is you at on the map? 

Everythin' is intact 

Could have been a seamstress, still wouldn't cut him slack 

Pretty much, ain't got a clue 

Itty bitty piggyback off everythin' I do 

But I'm still droppin' jaws 

Got 'em lookin' like James Harden at the awards 

Back to you, I'm so into you 

For real, bread like I'm kin to you 

If you a 10, I add 10 to you 

They be mad when I tend to you 

That's what the bae like 

Call me Buffy 'cause that's what I slay like 

These bitches, I son 'em like it's daylight 

These niggas wanna know what it tastes like 

What it tastes like, yo, what it tastes like, yo 

They wanna know what it tastes like, yo 

All this ice, it should taste like snow 

Get kimonos and let's fly to Tokyo 

Pretty, pretty please, baby, won't you cop this for me? 

(Baby, could you?) I got too much on my mind right now 

I ain't got the time to get you Saint Laurent down 

(Could you?) I got too much on my mind right now 

Time to hit Rodeo, give my baby 30 thou' 

Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for me 

Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeah 

Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for me 

Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeah 

Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for me (what it tastes like) 

Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeah 

Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for me (what it tastes like) 

Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeah