LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeBall For Me (Feat. Nicki Minaj)
Uh, woah, for meBaby, could you? I got too much on my mind right nowI ain't got the time to get you saint laurent downCould you? I got too much on my mind right nowTime to hit rodeo, give my baby 30 thou'Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for meOo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeahOo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for meOo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeahI'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, babyGive you the world, baby (you the world, baby)Paid five grand for a handbagThat's saint laurent, baby (saint laurent, baby)Damn, you love that money, baby (oh-oh-oh)Hunnid thousand plus hunnid thousandMy 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 tourSorry, lil' mama, I can't give you moreBaby, could you? I got too much on my mind right nowI ain't got the time to get you saint laurent downCould you? I got too much on my mind right nowTime to hit rodeo, give my baby 30 thou'Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for meOo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeahOo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for meOo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeahYo, gotta hit him on the jackWhen you comin' back? where is you at on the map?Everything is intactCoulda been a seamstress, still wouldn't cut him slackPretty much, ain't got a clueItty bitty piggyback off everything I doBut I'm still droppin' jawsGot 'em lookin' like james harden at the awardsBack to you, I'm so into yaFor real, breh like I'm kin to yaIf you a 10, I add 10 to yaThey be mad when I tend to yaThat's what the bae likeCall me buffy 'cause that's what I slay likeThese bitches, I son 'em like it's daylightThese niggas wanna know what it tastes likeWhat it tastes like, yo, what it tastes like, yo'They wanna know what it tastes like, yo'All this ice, it should taste like snowGet kimonos and let's fly to tokyoPretty, pretty please baby, won't you cop this for me? uhBaby, could you? I got too much on my mind right nowI ain't got the time to get you saint laurent downCould you? I got too much on my mind right nowTime to hit rodeo, give my baby 30 thou'Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for meOo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeahOo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for meOo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeahOo-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, yeahOo-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
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