| Ayy, I just wanna ball, tell my haters that I’m sorry
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| Yeah, I want it all, tell me who is gonna stop me
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| Let that hate dissolve, flyest niggas in the party
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| I step in this bitch, feelin' like I’m John Gotti
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| I just wanna ball, tell my haters that I’m sorry
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| Yeah, I want it all, tell me who is gonna stop me
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| Let that hate dissolve, flyest niggas in the party
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| I step in this bitch, feelin' like I’m John Gotti
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| She a model girl, I put my hands all on her body
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| I don’t do average, girl, she ride me 'cause she feelin' gnarly
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| I got a Backwood, I be smokin' like I’m Bob Marley
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| Take a puff, skrrt off fast like I’m in a 'Rari
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| I be on some shit that people never seen before
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| He said he down to ride, but switched up, that is not your bro
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| She said she fuck with you, but talkin' 'bout you on the low
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| I’m just sayin' shorty choosin', gotta watch your hoe
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| Takin' chances that they told me that I shouldn’t take
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| Now I sit back and laugh at them 'cause they was full of hate
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| And time is money, we can’t talk if it ain’t 'bout the cake
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| Now you an actor, fake bitch, just get out my face
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| I just wanna ball, tell my haters that I’m sorry
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| Yeah, I want it all, tell me who is gonna stop me
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| Let that hate dissolve, flyest niggas in the party
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| I step in this bitch, feelin' like I’m John Gotti
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| I just wanna ball, tell my haters that I’m sorry
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| Yeah, I want it all, tell me who is gonna stop me
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| Let that hate dissolve, flyest niggas in the party
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| I step in this bitch, feelin' like I’m John Gotti |