Letras
Ball, yeah, I'm high off the mix
Codeine in my cup, no twist
Chrome Hearts jeans, heavy on my hips
I don't say much, I just exist
Ball, yeah, bankroll fat
All black fit, yeah, all that
Shorty wanna ride, tell her fall back
I been on my shit, can't call back
Pills in the room, yeah, vibe set
Cash in a pile, don't count yet
Phone stay buzzin', don't check texts
Only talk money, no context
Ball, yeah, chain hit bright
Drugs in my system all night
I don't need sleep, I'm fine
Neon lights, yeah, I'm alive
Still in the city with foreign plates
Still movin' fast, no dinner dates
I don't do friends, I do associates
If it ain't a bag, it can't correlate
Ball, yeah, pockets obese
Walk through, whole room freeze
I don't gotta flex on IG
They see it in person, believe
Spent that shit, made it back
Same week, different stack
I don't trip, I just relapse
Pour another cup, no cap
Ball, yeah, smoke in the air
I don't care, life not fair
Hundred deep, yeah, everywhere
I step in, yeah, I'm there
Ball, yeah, racks on racks
She don't know me, just the cash
I don't love, I don't attach
Hit the gas, do the dash
Ball