Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ball, artist - DJ Khaled. Album song The Capo Chronicles, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 21.09.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Byrds Fly
Song language: English
Ball |
| Coat brush |
| DJ KHALED! |
| It started with some packs (Go!) |
| Then a couple cars (Jim Jones!) |
| Wake up with my dogs (Go!) |
| Took over the block (Lets Go!) |
| And then we |
| Ball, ball, ball |
| Ball, ball, ball, ball |
| (That's all we know how to do… Who invented this thing!) |
| Now we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!) |
| Motherfuck the law (Victory) |
| Push the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!) |
| Cause we move a lot of raw |
| And so we |
| Ball, ball, ball |
| Ball, ball, ball, ball |
| (Ay just have me a drop top on deck when I land… I be back when its warm!) |
| I started from an ounce (28) |
| Stretched that to 42 (ehh) |
| Flipped that to shawty blue |
| Took it to the sporty coup (Go!) |
| Now, I can get it for a 23 |
| So short give me 42, and what the fuck ya gonna do (what else) |
| BALL! |
| I’m all for it like Brandon Roy |
| Long story short, lets fast forward to the brand new toys (swish!) |
| My jewellery loud, motherfuckers can’t stand the noise (turn it down) |
| My chain swing like the hands on Floyd dammit boy! |
| (watch it! watch it!) |
| Motherfuckers wanna shoot my brains out (word!) |
| Tell these niggas catch me I’m in the coop with my braids out! |
| (nigga!) |
| They said the summer with the roof is kinda played out (so what?) |
| So I told the dealer keep the ceilin' on my way out |
| BALL! |
| It started with some packs (Go!) |
| Then a couple cars (Jim Jones!) |
| Wake up with my dogs (Go!) |
| Took over the block (Lets Go!) |
| And then we |
| Ball, ball, ball |
| Ball, ball, ball, ball |
| (Show me the money… What’s up now!) |
| Now we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!) |
| Motherfuck the law (Victory) |
| Push the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!) |
| Cause we move a lot of raw |
| And so we |
| Ball, ball, ball |
| Ball, ball, ball, ball |
| (It's not so funny now. I can’t hear you niggas now!) |
| I’m gainin on em, guess who’s gettin famous on em (JONES!) |
| Private plane’n on em, buy cars no payments on em (No test drive!) |
| I ball with guns, I’m Arenas on em (Bang Bang!) |
| Its all for fun, we flood the necklace with saints up on em (pray for us!) |
| Tell big them 700's we still waitin on em (be patient) |
| The weatherman we make it snow, we cocainin' on em! |
| (1we takin …) |
| We make them bitches melt when they see me out (chilly!) |
| With them fly cars you faggot niggas dream about (get ya money up!) |
| I’m spillin champagne on my dress clothes (so what!) |
| I’mma need a scarf before my chain give me chest colds (CHILLY!) |
| I got these bitches duckin dick like … (HAHA!) |
| When they see me pull to the spot, we’re like … |
| It started with some packs (Go!) |
| Then a couple cars (Jim Jones!) |
| Wake up with my dogs (Go!) |
| Took over the block (Lets Go!) |
| And then we |
| Ball, ball, ball |
| Ball, ball, ball, ball |
| (Show me the money… What’s up now!) |
| Now we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!) |
| Motherfuck the law (Victory) |
| Push the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!) |
| Cause we move a lot of raw |
| And so we |
| Ball, ball, ball |
| Ball, ball, ball, ball |
| (It's not so funny now. I can’t hear you niggas now!) |
| We fly to hot spots when New York is chilly |
| So I be driving drop tops when New York is chilly (I'm cold hearted) |
| Silly!, You know u eatin when u can cough a millies |
| Willy, the cars at least cost a quarter millie (buy that) |
| You know my lifetsyle, back and forth flights out |
| Spendin money nights out, till the lord say its lights out (pour out some |
| liquor) |
| My … is callin' … (uh oh!) |
| And even with the lights all off |
| You can still see the jewellery |
| It started with some packs (Go!) |
| Then a couple cars (Jim Jones!) |
| Wake up with my dogs (Go!) |
| Took over the block (Lets Go!) |
| And then we |
| Ball, ball, ball |
| Ball, ball, ball, ball |
| (Show me the money… What’s up now!) |
| Now we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!) |
| Motherfuck the law (Victory) |
| Push the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!) |
| Cause we move a lot of raw |
| And so we |
| Ball, ball, ball |
| Ball, ball, ball, ball |
| (It's not so funny now. I can’t hear you niggas now!) |