Ball (remix) Lyrics - Rick Ross

Yeah 

ay okay we walk off in this bitch 

Ballin' in this bitch 

Hoppin' out the Lambos and Ferraris in this bitch 

Poppin' bottles with a thick red super model bitch 

They may talking a lot of that but they can't do alot of this 

Ay, Rico told me turn the lights on 

So I grab the Audemar and threw the ice on 

I'ma big dawg, got 'em pissed off 

A lot of niggas rapping ain't none this raw 

They like, ay look at T.I., ballin' in the V.I 

Bunch of bad bitches with a' looking like Aaliyah 

We just pull up, hop out, go in, show out 

Buy the whole bar, pop bottles go hard 

This club so packed, these hoes so drunk 

This club so packed, these hoes so drunk 

This club so packed, these hoes so drunk 

I gotta bottle, gotta model, gotta molly, gotta blunt 

Ball, ball, ball, ball 

Ball, ball, ball, ball 

Ball, ball, ball, ball (This club so packed, these hoes so drunk) 

I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt 

The club full of bad bitches and they came to play 

Okay it must be your ass 'cause it ain't your face 

Now if you looking for them bottles and them stacks girl 

You make your way up to my section where it's at girl 

Okay now do you wanna kick it with a nigga with a meal ticket 

Broke nigga looking mad, they just gotta deal with it 

Get right ho, roll a dice ho 

And you ain't gotta be a dike 'cause you like hoes 

But everyday I step behind a wall 

I do it big, ride fly, stunt, shine and ball 

I got a bunch of money, so come and get it from me 

And a bucket full of bottles, bust it open, if you wanna get drunk 

This club so packed, these hoes so drunk 

This club so packed, these hoes so drunk 

This club so packed, these hoes so drunk 

I gotta bottle, gotta model, gotta molly, gotta blunt 

Ball, ball, ball, ball 

Ball, ball, ball, ball 

Ball, ball, ball, ball (This club so packed, these hoes so drunk) 

I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt 

Ain't no nigga like a Young Money nigga 

Pop that pussy like a gun, pull the trigger 

Shake that ass like a salt shaker 

I keep a L lit up like an elevator 

Bitch shake it like a dog, hop like a frog, ride it like a horse 

I throw that dick like darts 

Drink all muddy, flag all bloody 

I'm killin' these hoes like that nigga Ted Bundy 

I'm a good looking rapper, I ain't tryna stunt 

Ima fire my blunt like Donald Trump 

Where you at ho? Where you at ho? 

Can a nigga stick his key up in ya back door (Turn the lights on) 

This club so packed, these hoes so drunk 

This club so packed, these hoes so drunk 

This club so packed, these hoes so drunk 

I gotta bottle, gotta model, gotta molly, gotta blunt 

And do ya thing in slow motion like Soulja Slim 

And come around, wipe me down like Boosie dem 

That thang up for me, show me that you love me 

If it's really too much for you you can bring a couple buddies 

Everyday I do my thang, big stones and chains 

She let me drill all in her mouth, no novacane 

Them other broke niggas, all they did was told ya thangs 

I could get ya on that G4 and show ya thangs 

I like my women fat ass pretty toes and thing 

Long hair don't care as long as none down there 

If it's manicured I can have fun down there 

Take you to whatever club throw some money in the air 

This club so packed, these hoes so drunk 

This club so packed, these hoes so drunk 

This club so packed, these hoes so drunk 

I gotta bottle, gotta bottle, gotta molly, gotta blunt 

Ball, ball, ball, ball 

Ball, ball, ball, ball 

Ball, ball, ball, ball (This club so packed, these hoes so drunk) 

I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt 

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