"Ball Player" as written by and Quavious Keyate Marshall Robert Rihmeek Williams....
Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Only two of 'em natural, other eight all plastic
They don't wanna go to college
But their brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
Wanna drink the right medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin' like Blue's Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell

Yeah, fuck up a check (fuck it up)
I might go flood the Patek
I'm at the jeweler, 200 in cash
I tell that nigga to bust at my neck
I'm with your bitch and she bustin' it down
Bustin' it open, we bustin' at necks
I let it go when I bust in her mouth
She come in the kitchen, you love her to death (ew)
Kickin' that shit like Bruce Lee
Zone, zone, zone, no 2, 3
I won't fuck, her shoes cheap
Stacking that paper like loose leaf
Pull up in the hood, we too deep
Big Maybach, like 'scuse me
My friends they like uzis
I don't play with no goofy's
Hell no!

Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Only two of 'em natural, other eight all plastic
They don't wanna go to college
But their brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
Wanna drink the right medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin' like Blue's Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell

Pickin' up dope with the U-Haul
Wrist cold like Utah
Waterboy, foosball
Waterboy, foosball
I bet you niggas can't re-up
Swimmin' in dope with my knees up
Migo gang, streets need us
DreamChasers , streets need us
Put that pot in that stove, watch it come back yay
When you're out on the road, when you're pushin' yay
At your precinct [?]
Got my shooters doin' nasty
No witness, no evidence
Put 'em all in a casket

Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Only two of 'em natural, other eight all plastic
They don't wanna go to college
But their brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
Wanna drink the right medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin' like Blue's Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
Here come the mail, I wanna yell

Gang, gang, gang!
Shipping a pack through the Fedex
Send it, just gimme a address
Handle and ship, but we charge you
Price up and down like it's NASDAQ
Scoop a supermodel in a Murcielago, hit her, make her take a
You put your bitch on the shelf, nigga
I made my hoe bring the cab back
Put that product on the stove
With a whip, twenty inch jump
Trap house boomin, feds at the door
Niggas like, "What do they want?"
Wish you'd invest in a PJ
I put your bitch in a three-way
I hit her up for the replay
And she bring it back like a DJ

Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Only two of 'em natural, other eight all plastic
They don't wanna go to college
But their brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
Wanna drink the right medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin' like Blue's Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell

Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Only two of 'em natural, other eight all plastic
They don't wanna go to college
But their brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
Wanna drink the right medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin' like Blue's Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell


Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher

"Ball Player" as written by Quavious Keyate Marshall Jamaal Talib Henry

Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Ultra Tunes

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