Текст песни Ball

[Verse 1: T.I.]
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 cant do a lot of this
Ay, rico told me turn the lights on
So I grab the Audemar and threw the ice on
I'mma big dawg
Got them pissed off
A lot of niggas rapping, aint none this raw
They like, ay look at T.I., ballin' in the V.I.
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

[Hook]
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
Gotta Bottle, Gotta model, Gotta Molly, Gotta Blunt

Ball, Ball, Ball, Ball
Ball, Ball, Ball, Ball
Ball, Ball, Ball, Ball

Gotta Bottle, Gotta model, Gotta Molly, Gotta Blunt
Ball!

[Verse 2: T.I.]
The club full of bad bitches and they came to play
Okay, it must be your ass, cause it ain't face
Now, if you looking for them bottles and them stacks, girl
Then 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 hoe
Roll a dice hoe
And you ain't gotta be a dyke cause you like hoesT.i. - Ball - http://ru.motolyrics.com/ti/ball-lyrics.html
But everyday I step behind a 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

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Ain't no nigga like a Young Money Nigga
Pop that pussy like a gun, pull the trigga
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 trying stunt
Imma fire my blunt like Donald Trump
Where you at hoe? Where you at hoe?
Can a nigga stick his key up in ya back door
Tunechi

[Hook]

[Verse 4: T.I.]
And move that thing in slow motion like Soulja Slim
And come around, wipe me down like Boosie dem (Free Boosie!)
Back that thang up for me and show me that you love me
If it's really too much for you, you can bring a couple buddies
Everyday I do my thang, big stones and chains
She let me drill all in her mouth, no novacane
Them other broke niggas, all they did was told ya things
I could put ya on that G4 and show ya things
I like my women fat ass, pretty toes and things
Long hair don't care as long as none down there
If its manicured I can have fun down there
Take her to whatever club throw some money in the air

[Hook]