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rob $tone - ball or better lyrics

[intro: rob $tone]
to the top, boy!

[verse 1: rob $tone]
i took your b-tch to atlanta (haha), i get to smoke bricks in the fanta (yeah, yeah)
can’t kiss no b-tch on camera (yeah), she suck my d-ck on camera (hey, hey)
can’t trust no b-tch, not never (haha), my mom taught me so better
my pop said, “son, go get it”, my son said, “dad, you winnin'”
look b-tch, i said go get it (haha), no breaks, i needa go-getter (yeah)
got fendi on my sweater, i’m trendin’ all on twitter
i hit this b like tiller, i made her leave, no effort
i’m spendin’ on margiela, love women from marbella
i took so many henny shots, you can’t get on my level (ay)
i got so many big–ss rocks all right here on my bezel (hey)
ain’t no decision, i stay dunkin’, only ball or better
dismiss yo’ b-tch, she just want clout, she gave it all her effort (to the top, boy)

[chorus: rob $tone]
yeah, ball or better, feel like a holiday (haha)
yeah, how you not gettin’ paid? it’s like a thousand ways
yeah, i’m always flexin’, ain’t got no time for the breaks
yeah, i’m all about my benjis, hate to be so frank
yeah, ball or better, feel like a holiday
yeah, how you not gettin’ paid? it’s like a thousand ways (why you broke?)
yeah, i’m always flexin’, ain’t got no time for the breaks (no time)
yeah, i’m all about my benjis, hate to be so frank

[verse 2: j. davi$]
look at my wrist, look at my neck, look at my b-tch, b-tch look at my set (my set)
lookin’ insane, diamonds all over my rings (rings), diamonds all over my chains (my chains)
give me the chart, hol’ up b-tch, give me the work, i got the take of the purse (the purse)
give me the pills, give me a b-tch with some heels, and i’ma turn that to some mil’s
’cause i’ma go get it, davi$ go get it and spend it
spend it and go get some more, b-tch i’m on parole
so i do my dirt on my own, ’cause nothing i do on the low
lookin’ like d-mn, lookin’ like b-tch, godd-mn ooh, you the motherf-ckin’ man
look like a l!ck, look at yo’ b-tch on my d-ck
look how i’m still with the sh-t ’cause every day proper
your b-tch she callin’ me “poppa”, choppa be singin’ like opera
n-ggas is b-tches, n-ggas be actin’ like b-tches, put that on god be my witness (ay)
n-ggas is b-tches, n-ggas be actin’ like b-tches, put that on god be my witness (ay)
n-ggas is b-tches, n-ggas be actin’ like b-tches, put that on god be my witness (ay)
lil b-tch!

[chorus: rob $tone]
ball or better, feel like a holiday
yeah, how you not gettin’ paid? it’s like a thousand ways
yeah, i’m always flexin’, ain’t got no time for the breaks
yeah, i’m all about my benjis, hate to be so frank
yeah, ball or better, feel like a holiday
yeah, how you not getting patties like a thousand ways (why you broke?)
yeah, i’m always flexin’, ain’t got no time for the breaks (no time)
yeah, i’m all about my benji’s, hate to be so frank

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