Ball Hard

Ball Hard (Lyrics) Sam Freeze feat. Young Greatness & Bam Rogers Chorus: Bam Rogers - I'm out the sunroof blowing paper/I BLOW IT!, Middle finger to you haters/F*CK EM! I know they ain't real, they all fakers/THEY BE FLODGING! We going up like escalators, la-la later, laters! Bitch you know I ball hard! Yea! Yea! Yea!/I GET IT! Bitch you know I ball hard! Yea! Yea! Yea!/I SWEAR THAT I'M BALLIN! Sam Freeze - Scared money never made money, gotta go and get it, I'ma sell it all, then ball harder/ Cameras flash when I jump clean over your head for the dunk, go Vince Carter. Wrist game so official mane, treys in the air like Curry did it/ cooking it slow, I be stirring the pot like it's curry in it. I guarded the safe when it wasn't safe, they wanted me buried without a wake/ But I came out on the other side, I beat the case, I need a wraith. Shooting jumpers like it's no tomorrow, Idaho potato pacify revolvers/ In them Christian Lou's with somebody's daughter, often, finessing checks out somebody's daughter. Pull up real slow and pull a fast one, this flex right here won't be the last one/ It'll all make sense, why I'm never in a pinch, when they see me clock cents like gas pumps, still. Desert eagle for them desert eagles pocket watching waiting on me to do it/ Freeze on the beat, drippin sauce, iRepresent Music. In the meantime, what you doing? Chorus: I'm out the sunroof blowing paper/I BLOW IT!, Middle finger to you haters/F*CK EM! I know they ain't real, they all fakers/THEY BE FLODGING! We going up like escalators, la-la later, laters! Bitch you know I ball hard! Yea! Yea! Yea!/I GET IT! Bitch you know I ball hard! Yea! Yea! Yea!/I SWEAR THAT I'M BALLIN! Young Greatness - I just be balling with it, coming with it, summertime, f*ck the winter/ hop out that coupe like I'm ruthless, keep a 40 cal in the pulpit. I f*ck up a pile of money, I'm a bastard, dipping through traffic, savage/ counting my mula, in my pumas, shoot ya lil shooter, with my shooter. Play no games where I'm coming from (St. Bernard)/ F*ck yo bitch, in that crazy shit (Foreign car). Crazy nigga on that soldier shit (Camoflauge)/ Shoes shine better pull out your camera. Foreign bitch she gone suck me like Pamela/ Ball hard I'ma stunt in your face. Fay! Fay! Fayyy! A heavy bag count a helluva day. Hey! Hey! Heyyy! A hundred chains man f*ck what they say. Say! Say! Sayyy! A hundred guns we can shoot em for days. Aye! Aye! *****! Ball hard throw the cash in they face. Fay! Fay! Fayyy! Ball hard throw the cash in they face. Chorus: I'm out the sunroof blowing paper/I BLOW IT!, Middle finger to you haters/F*CK EM! I know they ain't real, they all fakers/THEY BE FLODGING! We going up like escalators, la-la later, laters! Bitch you know I ball hard! Yea! Yea! Yea!/I GET IT! Bitch you know I ball hard! Yea! Yea! Yea!/I SWEAR THAT I'M BALLIN! E Brand – Turn me Up Nah I just always wanted to say that E Brand I Represent Music Sam Freeze ahh man Young Greatness 5 hunit n 4 Bam Rogers Mob Ties Maserati truck driving bumping Tim Smooth driving huh Bruh Ball Hard