I Gots To Ball

[Chorus]

I gots to ball

I can not fall

I gots to ball

I can't fall

[Verse 1]

I'm gon' keep winning for real

I'm loving this like my drop Lac on twenty inch wheels

Just hopped off the new Lex on things

My Lamborghini doors open like chicken wings

But I never touch the steering wheel of my Bentley

'Cause when I ride that, my chauffeurette come get me

In my house I got thirteen maids

Seven from the motherland and six from Spain

These ladies straight take care of they thug

Massages, bath sex, showers and back rubs

What can a baller say?

Sometimes I just chill and don't leave for days

Gettin' freaked while watchin' my ninety inch flatscreen

Ring a bell, fourteen more girls are checkin' to see

If they G need huggin'

Warm touching, or old fashion ****in'

[Chorus]

I gots to ball

I can not fall

I gots to ball

I can't fall

[Verse 2]

My Maserati go hard

Indoor and outdoor court in my backyard

Every race of female I'm housin'

My pool big enough to fit one thousand

So why did I get that Navi?

So I can freak it out, like my Escalade caddy

And at that bump

Put the box in the back and let it thump out the trunk

Appetizer puts me in an eatin' mood

My cook peepin me out, as she makes my food

But this time I don't like the meal

She come to kiss me and say she love me still

How many cars does one G need?

I don't know and I don't care 'cause I got the green

Security cameras on my house, no burglar bars

'Cause I keep more heat than a day on Mars

[Chorus]

I gots to ball

I can not fall

I gots to ball

I can't fall

I gots to ball

I can not fall

I gots to ball

I can't fall