Ball Hard Songtext
von Meek Mill

(Ball so hard, motherfuckers wanna find me)

Ball so hard, motherfuckers wanna find me
These niggas can′t find me
'Cause I′m probably in the air
Cuttin' through the clouds in a Lear G5'in
Bitch nigga, we mobbin′, rich nigga, we buyin′
Any bitch we wanna, and it go 'room when I hit that corner in a Batmobile

Trap for real, bullets hit yo′ head, make yo' head go still
Niggas always ask why you rap so real
′Cause I be in the trap sellin' cracks on pills?
Got them racks on ill, money so sick
I don′t give a fuck who you run and go get
Ross with a boat 'cause I wanna go fish
With his all yellow Rollie, got these niggas so pissed

Shittin' on these niggas, where my toilet?
Jordan′s, you ain′t never seen 'em ′cause I'm ballin′
Bored as shit, I spent be so retarded
'Cause I don′t even write, I'm just recording


Got an AP, Rolex, Cartier to the Hublot
I ain't even have to hit the bank
I bought this shit from a few shows
With a new ho in my view so beautiful, I see a few hos
Anchorman, that forecast
I say it′s coming and they move the snow

Ha, got a young bitch look like Nicki though (Nicki though)
I said, "Could you keep a secret just like Vicki, though?"
I let her sip CÎROC and hit the sticky though
Told her she can kiss my neck but just don′t give me no hickies ho
'Cause my baby momma be trippin′, all these ones I be whippin'
All this paper I be gettin′, I be dunkin' on ′em, Blake Griffin

Nigga, I got now, you got, no
No Ws for the losers, though
All this ice like a jewelry show
Riding so slow like a funeral
Look at my neck, take a look at my wrist
Look at my pockets, take a look at my bitch
Let me take 'em way back, finna like '86
All eyes on me when I step up in the club, I feelin′ like Rich


Porter that is, I slaughter that bitch
Don′t touch that work, I order that shit
I wouldn't give a damn, what corner that is
If they cop that work, I goin′ at that bitch
With a whole sack, no rap, weed, pills, dope, crack
Droppin' right on ′em like hold that
Feds takin' pictures like Kodak

Tappin′ my phone, watching my home
They watchin' me and I'm watching the throne
See suckin′ me and I′m watching the dome
Perc' in my system and I′m in the zone
Yeah, I'm gettin′ gone, Phantom, Ghost, like 'em, chase ′em, Pacman
All this money on my mind, you see it on my catscan, nigga

We in this bitch, boy
My nigga wipe up in this bitch
Glizzle all up in this bitch
You already know what to do, BHB straight
I think I'ma do this mixtape, I'ma call it "I Need That Throne"
′Cause I need that
Glock!