"Ball Till Ya Fall" lyrics

[Birdman (Gucci Mane):]
Yeah, fresh, late hours
I promise ya (Gucci)
Ocean city view, sky line
Straight view, bird nest bitch
Big money popping, nigga
You understand
Talkin and smoking kush
Every day, we all good
Chandeliers, marble floors

[Birdman:]
Ball 'till ya fall
Ball 'till ya fall

[Gucci Mane:]
Some of you gon' love this and some of you gon' like this
I'm ballin outta my mind, so please call my psychiatrist
I'm balling, bitch (balling, bitch), sources to New Orleans, bitch
The shawty's with the stupid looks
My watch looks like it's crawling, bitch
I don't get no touchdowns and I don't have a crossover
I cross the country, touchdown in your city and it's over
I ball 7/24, ain't no need to pause, 'cause I ball
When leave the store, I shake down the mall
I'm a dog, fuck her like a dog, treat her like a dog
I'm a blob, I'm a fucking slob, write that in your blog
Me and Baby ain't no maybe, ain't no probably it's certain
You ain't workin then you hurting
Black Maybach, I close the curtains

[Birdman:]
Ball 'til ya fall, bitch
It's ball 'til ya fall, bitch
It's ball 'til ya fall, bitch
It's ball 'til ya fall

Alligator kush niggas smoking out the pound
Everywhere we go, nigga, we move it all around
See we moving all around 'cause we did it for the town
Got my money then in a hass so we flying off the ground
High life, bitch, born hood rich
Diamond 'round my neck, diamond 'round my wrist
AK told her I'm no high roller, bust a nigga ass
Make me send my young soldiers
Uptown madness, bulletproof bitch
Brand new cars jumping out the whip
Neighborhood stars, born hood stars
Movie, new stars, money from the bars (Uptown!)

Ball 'til ya fall, bitch
It's ball 'til ya fall, bitch
It's ball 'til ya fall, bitch
It's ball 'til ya fall

Rock star bitch, more money than the shit
More bathrooms in the house so we shitting were we shit
Come from the gutter where the luxury of the blood
Persian mobile drugs, Persian mobile gloves
We got it from the bottom, no money to the top
We flipping from the shop and them birds 'round the clock
We drinking, doing P, got them matches on the bitch
Riding in a Rolls with a chauffeur and some heat
Wear diamonds on her feet and diamonds on her teeth
Diamonds on my bitch, red cake CMB
All white mink when we hustling in the streets
Flying any weather, more money, new fleets
One hundred, bitch

Ball 'til ya fall, bitch
It's ball 'til ya fall, bitch
It's ball 'til ya fall, bitch
It's ball 'til ya fall

Ball 'til ya fall, ball 'til ya fall
Ball 'til ya fall, ball 'til ya fall
Ball 'til ya fall, ball 'til ya fall
Ball 'til ya fall, ball 'til ya fall

Yeah, YMCMB
Just like that
Yeah, yeah
Let it ball