Reid, how do you ball so hard?
I don't give a f*ck, I don't give a f*ck, now bitch I'ma say what I want
I don't give a f*ck, I don't give a f*ck, lil' bitch I'ma do what I want (okay)
I don't give a f*ck, I don't give a f*ck, now let me smoke on this blunt (f*ck-f*ck)
I don't give a f*ck, I don't give a f*ck, now lil' bitch, pour me a
Pour up me cup, pour up me cup, pour up me
I can't even go outside no more, all they do is record me
I can't even go outside no more, I'm in the studio recording
I be high off my ass like- are you still recording?
Some things you can't change, like Reid spittin' flames
Game recognize game
Gang fight for gang
Oh no not this again
They want me for my bands
Hell nah, I ain't tryna be friends
Money be my friends
Quarter-mil, a new Benz
Then I flipped that Benz
Then got another Benz (skrrrt)
And then I flipped again
Get you a pack, then you gon' flip it (flip)
You see the cops, yo' birds yo' gon' flip 'em
Ain't no Rico, we movin' like Skipper (bars)
Paint his face red like he was Simba
I do it so easy, I do it so simple
Hindenburg, we pop him like a blimp, though
Heisenberg get the gun, I'ma blam it (bow)
High as a bird, I'm testin' my limit
High as a bird, pussy I'm slammin
High as a bird, I'm ballin, I'm jammin
High as a bird, I'm ballin, I'm ballin
High as a bird, I'm ballin, I'm
Ball so hard, they call me Mr. Ball So Hard
Ball so hard, they askin"How they ball so hard?"
Ball so hard, I'm always gonna ball so hard
Ball so hard, I'll never never not ball hard
I don't give a f*ck, I don't give a f*ck, now bitch I'ma say what I want
I don't give a f*ck, I don't give a f*ck, lil' bitch I'ma do what I want (okay)
I don't give a f*ck, I don't give a f*ck, now let me smoke on this blunt (f*ck-f*ck)
I don't give a f*ck, I don't give a f*ck, now lil' bitch, pour me a
Pour up me cup, pour up me cup, pour up me
I can't even go outside no more, all they do is record me
I can't even go outside no more, I'm in the studio recording
I be high off my ass like- are you still recording?
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English
Reid, how do you ball so hard?
I don't give a f*ck, I don't give a f*ck, now bitch I'ma say what I want
I don't give a f*ck, I don't give a f*ck, lil' bitch I'ma do what I want (okay)
I don't give a f*ck, I don't give a f*ck, now let me smoke on this blunt (f*ck-f*ck)
I don't give a f*ck, I don't give a f*ck, now lil' bitch, pour me a
Pour up me cup, pour up me cup, pour up me
I can't even go outside no more, all they do is record me
I can't even go outside no more, I'm in the studio recording
I be high off my ass like- are you still recording?
Some things you can't change, like Reid spittin' flames
Game recognize game
Gang fight for gang
Oh no not this again
They want me for my bands
Hell nah, I ain't tryna be friends
Money be my friends
Quarter-mil, a new Benz
Then I flipped that Benz
Then got another Benz (skrrrt)
And then I flipped again
Get you a pack, then you gon' flip it (flip)
You see the cops, yo' birds yo' gon' flip 'em
Ain't no Rico, we movin' like Skipper (bars)
Paint his face red like he was Simba
I do it so easy, I do it so simple
Hindenburg, we pop him like a blimp, though
Heisenberg get the gun, I'ma blam it (bow)
High as a bird, I'm testin' my limit
High as a bird, pussy I'm slammin
High as a bird, I'm ballin, I'm jammin
High as a bird, I'm ballin, I'm ballin
High as a bird, I'm ballin, I'm
Ball so hard, they call me Mr. Ball So Hard
Ball so hard, they askin"How they ball so hard?"
Ball so hard, I'm always gonna ball so hard
Ball so hard, I'll never never not ball hard
I don't give a f*ck, I don't give a f*ck, now bitch I'ma say what I want
I don't give a f*ck, I don't give a f*ck, lil' bitch I'ma do what I want (okay)
I don't give a f*ck, I don't give a f*ck, now let me smoke on this blunt (f*ck-f*ck)
I don't give a f*ck, I don't give a f*ck, now lil' bitch, pour me a
Pour up me cup, pour up me cup, pour up me
I can't even go outside no more, all they do is record me
I can't even go outside no more, I'm in the studio recording
I be high off my ass like- are you still recording?
I don't give a f*ck, I don't give a f*ck, now bitch I'ma say what I want
I don't give a f*ck, I don't give a f*ck, lil' bitch I'ma do what I want (okay)
I don't give a f*ck, I don't give a f*ck, now let me smoke on this blunt (f*ck-f*ck)
I don't give a f*ck, I don't give a f*ck, now lil' bitch, pour me a
Pour up me cup, pour up me cup, pour up me
I can't even go outside no more, all they do is record me
I can't even go outside no more, I'm in the studio recording
I be high off my ass like- are you still recording?
Some things you can't change, like Reid spittin' flames
Game recognize game
Gang fight for gang
Oh no not this again
They want me for my bands
Hell nah, I ain't tryna be friends
Money be my friends
Quarter-mil, a new Benz
Then I flipped that Benz
Then got another Benz (skrrrt)
And then I flipped again
Get you a pack, then you gon' flip it (flip)
You see the cops, yo' birds yo' gon' flip 'em
Ain't no Rico, we movin' like Skipper (bars)
Paint his face red like he was Simba
I do it so easy, I do it so simple
Hindenburg, we pop him like a blimp, though
Heisenberg get the gun, I'ma blam it (bow)
High as a bird, I'm testin' my limit
High as a bird, pussy I'm slammin
High as a bird, I'm ballin, I'm jammin
High as a bird, I'm ballin, I'm ballin
High as a bird, I'm ballin, I'm
Ball so hard, they call me Mr. Ball So Hard
Ball so hard, they askin"How they ball so hard?"
Ball so hard, I'm always gonna ball so hard
Ball so hard, I'll never never not ball hard
I don't give a f*ck, I don't give a f*ck, now bitch I'ma say what I want
I don't give a f*ck, I don't give a f*ck, lil' bitch I'ma do what I want (okay)
I don't give a f*ck, I don't give a f*ck, now let me smoke on this blunt (f*ck-f*ck)
I don't give a f*ck, I don't give a f*ck, now lil' bitch, pour me a
Pour up me cup, pour up me cup, pour up me
I can't even go outside no more, all they do is record me
I can't even go outside no more, I'm in the studio recording
I be high off my ass like- are you still recording?
Writer: Carter Reid
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid