Forch Fabalon - I JUS 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