Birdman, Drake, Lil Wayne - 4 My Town (Play Ball) lyrics

Play ball! Yeah, so priceless
Life's so priceless nigga
You understand me? It's just like that
My car so priceless, my bitch so priceless
My familia is so priceless nigga
Ya understand me?
Either you wit us, or you ain't wit us
Or either you in the huddle
Or yall could huddle
Either you ridin up or we pass
Some flyin by sayin "Fuck it"
It's Young Money Cash Money playboy
That's bout the size up
At the rooftop, so hot up in here nigga
Yeah, let's go

Take yourself a picture when I'm
Standing at the mound
And I swear it's going down
I'm just repping for my town
Off a cup of CJ Gibson


Man I'm faded off the brown
And I’m easily influenced by
The niggas I'm around see that Aston Martin
When I start it hear the sound
I ain't never graduated
I ain't got no cap and gown
But the girls in my class who
Were smart enough to pass
Be at all my fucking parties
Grabbing money off the ground

Yeah, all hail Mr lyrical
Spades or the Opus, baby
What you got a feeling for?
I can show you new things
Have you feeling spiritual
Pastor Kerney Thomas to these hoes - miwacles
Yeah, okay, they say that I'm the one
In fact some say that I'm their favorite but
I ain't hearing none of that
I’m about my team, ho
Young Money running back
Cash Money superstar
Where the fuck is Stunna at? Damn

Untouchable 40 with my AK
Mastermind, big money heavy weight
On the grind, flipping money in every way
Headline, my bitch shine everyday
Pearl white Don P, Marc Jacobs gloves
Cartier Louis case with a dope plod
From the mud where they what
You leave in your blood going in
Flipping hundreds get the young plug
Show ‘em where it go
Floating on the floor, getting more dough
Grind hard, go, black diamond show
Watch the flame blow
And how you stay grounded? Cash no go
And how you stay mounded? Cash no flow
And how you stay shining?
Bentley off the floor
And how you stay high? Purple pine dro
Diamond minks, fur, February snow

Take yourself a picture when I'm
Standing at the mound
And I swear it's going down
I'm just repping for my town
Off a cup of CJ Gibson
Man I'm faded off the brown (CJ)
And I’m easily influenced by
The niggas I'm around (yeah)
See that Aston Martin
When I start it hear the sound
I ain't never graduated
I ain't got no cap and gown (Stunna)
But the girls in my class who
Were smart enough to pass
Be at all my fucking parties
Grabbing money off the ground

Uhh, you know you paid when
You got Baby with ya
It's Young Money like Ben
Frank's baby pictures
I’m a lady twister, I kiss her whiskers
I been running this shit - blisters
Sticking to the script: movie star money
And if you gassed up, I leave the car running
I’m a big smoker, I’m a little drinker
My peace sign is just the
Trigger and the middle finger
Wha-what you know about it
Man ya’ll clueless
I let two women ride me, that's car-poolers
I rock stupid ice, Mr water Coolers
If y'all in the building
Then we are intruders
Simmer down, pimpin', let me handle this
I know the game: analyst
Man I’m the shit, and y'all janitors
Blow out the kush and crack
A smile for the cameras

Take yourself a picture when I'm
Standing at the mound (Tunechi)
And I swear it's going down
I'm just repping for my town (yeah)
Off a cup of CJ Gibson
Man I'm faded off the brown
And I’m easily influenced by
The niggas I'm around see that Aston Martin
When I start it hear the sound
I ain't never graduated
I ain't got no cap and gown
But the girls in my class who
Were smart enough to pass
Be at all my fucking parties
Grabbing money off the ground

I see you boy mula, ya
Behind the sky who next, , believe that
Cloud and smoke, yeah we up here boy
Straight over old school, just like
Just like that, CMB drizzy, 1 hunnid
Brr-eah