T.I., Lil Wayne - Ball lyrics

Okay we walk off in this bitch
Ballin’ in this bitch
Hoppin’ out of Lambos and
Ferraris in this bitch
Poppin’ bottles with a thick
Red super model bitch
They may talk a lot of that but
They can't do a lot of this
Ayy, Rico told me turn the lights on
(Turn the lights on)
So I grab the Audemar and threw the ice on
I’m a big dawg, got 'em pissed off
A lot of niggas rapping, ain’t none this raw
They like, "Ay look at TI, ballin’ in the VI
Bunch of bad bitches with
Him looking like Aaliyah"
We just pull up, hop out, go in, show out
Buy the whole bar, pop bottles go hard
This club so packed

This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly
Got a blunt ball, ball, ball, ball
Ball, ball, ball, ball
Ball, ball, ball, ball
(This club so packed, these hoes so drunk)
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly
Got a blunt

The club full of bad bitches
And they came to play
Okay it must be your ass
Cause it ain't your face
Now if you looking for them
Bottles and them stacks, girl
You make your way up to
My section where it’s at, girl
Okay now do you wanna kick it with
A nigga with a meal ticket?
Broke niggas looking mad
They just gotta deal with it
Get right ho, roll the dice ho
And you ain't gotta be a
Dyke cause you like hoes
For every day I spent behind the wall
I do it big, ride, fly, stunt, shine and ball
I got a bunch of money
So come and get it from me
And a bucket full of bottles, bust it open
If you wanna get drunk (Turn the lights on)

This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly
Got a blunt
Ball, ball, ball, ball (yeah Tip)
Ball, ball, ball, ball
Ball, ball, ball, ball
(This club so packed, these hoes so drunk)
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly
Got a blunt ball!

Ain’t no nigga like a Young Money nigga
Pop that pussy like a gun, pull the trigger
Shake that ass like a salt shaker
I keep a L lit up like an elevator
Bitch, shake it like a dog, hop like a frog
Ride it like a horse
I throw that dick like darts
Drink all muddy, flag all bloody
I’m killin’ these hoes like
That nigga Ted Bundy
I’m a good looking rapper
I ain’t tryna stunt
I'ma fire my blunt like Donald Trump
Where you at, ho? Where you at, ho?
Can a nigga stick his key up in ya back door?
(Turn the lights on) tunechi

This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly
Got a blunt ball!

And do ya thing in slow
Motion like Soulja Slim
And come around, wipe me down like Boosie
(Free Boosie) now back that thang up for me
Show me that you love me
If it’s really too much for you
You can bring a couple buddies
Every day I do my thang
Big stones and chains
She let me drill all in her mouth
No novacaine them other broke niggas
All they did was told ya thangs
I could get ya on that G4 and show ya thangs
I like my women fat ass
Pretty toes and thangs
Long hair, don't care
Long as none down there
If it's manicured, I can have fun down there
Take you to whatever club
Throw some money in the air
(Turn the lights on) This club so packed

This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
(Haha)
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
(yeah)
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
(Yea yea)
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly
Got a blunt young Mula baby!
Ball, ball, ball, ball (Woo)
Ball, ball, ball, ball (Uh)
Ball, ball, ball, ball
(This club so packed, these hoes so drunk)
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly
Got a blunt ball!