I Gots To Ball

Lyrics for I Gots To Ball

I gots to ball I can not fall I gots to ball I can't fall I'm gone keep winning for real I'm loving this like my drop Lac on twenty inch wheels Just hopped off the new Lex on things My Lamborghini doors open like chicken wings But I never touch the steering wheel of my Bentley Cause when I ride that, my chauffeurette come get me In my house I got thirteen maids Seven from the motherland and six from Spain These ladies straight take care of they thug Massages, bath sex, showers and back rubs What can a baller say? Sometimes I just chill and don't leave for days Gettin' freaked while watchin' my ninety inch flatscreen Ring a bell, fourteen more girls are checkin' to see If they G need huggin' Warm touching, or old fashion fuckin' I gots to ball I can not fall I gots to ball I can't fall My Maserati go hard Indoor and outdoor court in my backyard Every race of female I'm housin' My pool big enough to fit one thousand So why did I get that Navi? So I can freak it out, like my Escalade Caddy And add that bump Put the box in the back and let it thump out the trunk Appetizer puts me in an eatin' mood My cook peepin' me out as she makes my food But this time, I don't like the meal She come to kiss me and say she love me still How many cars does one G need? I don't know and I don't care cause I got the green Security cameras on my house, no burglar bars Cause I keep more heat than a day on Mars I gots to ball I can not fall I gots to ball I can't fall I gots to ball I can not fall I gots to ball I can't fall