Ball Till Ya Fall

[Intro: Birdman & Gucci Mane] Yeah, fresh, late hours I promise ya (Gucci) Ocean city view, sky line Straight view, bird nest bitch Big money poppin', nigga You understand Talkin and smokin' kush Every day, we all good Chandeliers, marble floors [Breakdown: Birdman] Ball till ya fall Ball till ya fall [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Some of you gon' love this and some of you gon' like this I'm ballin outta my mind, so please call my psychiatrist I'm ballin', bitch (ballin', bitch), sources to New Orleans, bitch The shawty's with the stupid looks My watch looks like it's crawlin', bitch I don't get no touchdowns and I don't have a crossover I cross the country, touchdown in your city and it's over I ball 7/24, ain't no need to pause, cause I ball When leave the store, I shake down the mall I'm a dog, fuck her like a dog, treat her like a dog I'm a blob, I'm a fucking slob, write that in your blog Me and Baby ain't no maybe, ain't no probably it's certain You ain't workin then you hurtin' Black Maybach, I close the curtains [Chorus: Birdman] Ball til ya fall, bitch It's ball til ya fall, bitch It's ball til ya fall, bitch It's ball til ya fall [Verse 2: Birdman] Aligator kush niggas smoking out the pound Everywhere we go, nigga, we move it all around See we movin' all around cause we did it for the town Got my money then in a hass so we flying off the ground High life, bitch, born hood rich Diamond 'round my neck, diamond 'round my wrist AK told her I'm no high roller, bust a nigga ass Make me send my young soldiers Uptown madness, bulletproof bitch Brand new cars jumping out the whip Neighborhood stars, born hood stars Movie, new stars, money from the bars (Uptown!) [Chorus: Birdman] Ball til ya fall, bitch It's ball til ya fall, bitch It's ball til ya fall, bitch It's ball til ya fall [Verse 3: Birdman] Rockstar bitch, more money than the shit More bathrooms in the house so we shittin' were we shit Come from the gutter where the luxury of the blood Persian mobile drugs, persian mobile gloves We got it from the bottom, no money to the top We flippin' from the shop and them birds 'round the clock We drinkin', doing P, got them matches on the bitch Ridin' in a Rolls with a chauffeur and some heat Wear diamonds on her feet and diamonds on her teeth Diamonds on my bitch, red cake CMB All white mink when we hustlin' in the streets Flying any weather, more money, new fleets One hundred, bitch [Chorus: Birdman] Ball til ya fall, bitch It's ball til ya fall, bitch It's ball til ya fall, bitch It's ball til ya fall [Breakdown: Birdman] Ball til ya fall, ball til ya fall Ball til ya fall, ball til ya fall Ball til ya fall, ball til ya fall Ball til ya fall, ball til ya fall [Outro: Birdman] Yeah, YMCMB Just like that Yeah, yeah Let it ball