Ball Out Intro by MoneyatMidnight Lyrics
[Intro]
Aye, aye, aye turn up
Break that back, shake that ahh, aye turn up
Aye, gone out, ball out, turn up
You gotta wait for the beat to drop
Play with me, sending gunshots like...
(gunshot)
[Verse 1]
All right now fuck a mixtape
I'm out here tryna get rich bae
I don't care what your friends say
Cause they ain't finna pay my bills
See me on snapchat, bitch I'm up in the hills
Tryna get my net worth to 100 mil'
Gotta stack the bread up for the fam
Ball out go by the Rarri & the Lam
See me, so fresh so clean
Diamonds and gold all on my body (ba-bling)
Huge bank roll in my pocket (cha-ching)
Hold up let me call the butler (ding), yea
Young nigga always tryna win
Stay on top I call it wrestling
Like people in Vegas, I'm just tryna ball out
Stack the paper up, four cars and a big ass house
[Verse 2]
I'm almost done let me have some fun
Let me live my life, let me do it right
Let me do it my way, foreigns on the highway
Shoulder overwatch, cause it's not a game
I just do it for the money and music, fuck the fame
Ball out Imma go and by the SRG chain
Ball out by the AMG mane
Got my wrist froze like Johnny (Dang)
Bump this song wherever you are
In you house, on you job, stuck in traffic in your car
We just wanna ball out and have a good time
Carly City for the rest of our lives
Ball out like I'm Stephen Curry
New mink & chinchilla cause I'm into furry
Can't see myself giving up that vision blurry
Ball 'till I fall out, I just might get called out
I got a lotta techs like Microsoft
Ride through the night just like David Hasselhoff
I got what you want no stop and shop
Slim K, no ensure, screwed and chopped
Something strange is going on, oh no
Imma act like this ain't my first rodeo
But like they say you gotta go on with the show
'Till then Ball Out, Birdman got money to blow
Aye, aye, aye turn up
Break that back, shake that ahh, aye turn up
Aye, gone out, ball out, turn up
You gotta wait for the beat to drop
Play with me, sending gunshots like...
(gunshot)
[Verse 1]
All right now fuck a mixtape
I'm out here tryna get rich bae
I don't care what your friends say
Cause they ain't finna pay my bills
See me on snapchat, bitch I'm up in the hills
Tryna get my net worth to 100 mil'
Gotta stack the bread up for the fam
Ball out go by the Rarri & the Lam
See me, so fresh so clean
Diamonds and gold all on my body (ba-bling)
Huge bank roll in my pocket (cha-ching)
Hold up let me call the butler (ding), yea
Young nigga always tryna win
Stay on top I call it wrestling
Like people in Vegas, I'm just tryna ball out
Stack the paper up, four cars and a big ass house
[Verse 2]
I'm almost done let me have some fun
Let me live my life, let me do it right
Let me do it my way, foreigns on the highway
Shoulder overwatch, cause it's not a game
I just do it for the money and music, fuck the fame
Ball out Imma go and by the SRG chain
Ball out by the AMG mane
Got my wrist froze like Johnny (Dang)
Bump this song wherever you are
In you house, on you job, stuck in traffic in your car
We just wanna ball out and have a good time
Carly City for the rest of our lives
Ball out like I'm Stephen Curry
New mink & chinchilla cause I'm into furry
Can't see myself giving up that vision blurry
Ball 'till I fall out, I just might get called out
I got a lotta techs like Microsoft
Ride through the night just like David Hasselhoff
I got what you want no stop and shop
Slim K, no ensure, screwed and chopped
Something strange is going on, oh no
Imma act like this ain't my first rodeo
But like they say you gotta go on with the show
'Till then Ball Out, Birdman got money to blow