Ball Hard

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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

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