Forch Fabalon - I Just Wanna Ball Lyrics
(Intro talk)Aye man my name Forch or whatever you want to call meDoing everything they said we couldn't(Ball!, yeah!)Fabalon Fresh, you know what im sayingFortune Fabalon, man, haters, doubters(Baby I just wanna ball!)We been doing this for years man, Me, Fame, FeadyYou know what I'm saying, Mo, Big Pauly, JoeyJust basically having a good time you know what I mean!(Versus One)Yeah(Ball!)Welcome to the show thoughI ain't into molliesI'm addicted to the dough doeI'm also into mommies that no abla English what soBut know just how to work to keep you focus on dat hustleKeep you on your stack upGet your racks on rack upSh*t, I keep a hater for motivation just to act upGot a little burner on my nowJus for back upJust in case them brand new haters trip and want to act upSwear for God I mean thisSwear for God I do thisSwear for God with one shot at the money I get to itSwear for God them busters knock my hustle all I do isChopper, Chopper, down they block untilI feel they ruinF*ck you ni**as doingLets get back to the moneyHash tag Puerto Rico women coconut and sunnyHash tag Fabalon and all we know it getting moneyTell me player can you blame me?What you want me looking bummy?(Chorus)Baby I just wanna ball! (yeah!)Hope that you feel like (yeah!)We could creep and crawl just as long as you freaking me right (yeah!)You still got on them drawsWhat you trying to play a Gee likeI'd rather take a lost then get caught up with a flea like, (yeah!) be likeI just wanna ball (yeah!)Hope that's what you gone do (yeah!)Cause me I got to get this paper stackingWhat you won't do (yeah!)These Boys known to be some bad actors where we from fool (yeah!)So I got to keep up with the traffic, so I don't loseI just wanna ball!(Verse Two)I tell you ni**as one thingFabalon FreshYou other ni**as come stainsBorderline patheticYour swag is dumb lameDisappointment and rejectionBest description how you run thingsMe I'm on the jetsAcapulco, CaboYou can catch me in the west, whether Alief or that IngleYou ni**a better specHate to spill it over ego, cause your feeling upsetAnother negro playing heroTell your momma God blessThat's what a player doWe do what we wantYou do sh*t you suppose to doWho the f*ck are youI know we be FabaloingAnd we gone, get it, get it, sell it, stick itTill the morning, yall you up and yawningWe running round and getting punkYou ni**as at home counting sheep that jumpWhile a real player never wasting his trumpsI don't, ever, want to, be a, lame, a**, ni**a, so IGet it, Get it, Get it, Get it, Get it, Get it, Get it, yeah!(Chorus)Baby I just wanna ball! (yeah!)Hope that you feel like (yeah!)We could creep and crawl just as long as you freaking me right (yeah!)You still got on them drawsWhat you trying to play a Gee likeI'd rather take a lost then get caught up with a flea like, (yeah!) be likeI just wanna ball (yeah!)Hope that's what you gone do (yeah!)Cause me I got to get this paper stackingWhat you won't do (yeah!)These Boys known to be some bad actors where we from fool (yeah!)So I got to keep up with the traffic, so I don't loseI just wanna ball!(Vamp)(I just wanna Ball!)We, ball or nothing at allWe, ball, or nothing at all(Baby I just wanna Ball!)We, ball or nothing at allWe, ball, or nothing at all(Baby I just wanna Ball!)We, ball or nothing at allWe, ball, or nothing at all(Baby I just wanna Ball!)We, ball or nothing at allWe, ball, or nothing at all
