Future
We Ball (Remix)
(Orichinal, huh, gang)
(It’s jayce in this bitch)
(LA)

(Jayce)
And my n***as staying with me we be ballin
Running games just like we do feel like im Spaulding
How yo’ mans a real n***a but he be flaugin
Say he always with the shits he just be talking
And I ain't tripping off no n***a imma get it
Never chase no hoe my mind stay on that fetti
Im one step closer to my dreams they said i couldn't do a thing
But now a n***a got his cash up we just ballin like the rapters
Yall lil n***as some non-factors imma get it
Real n***a since 2 ive been winning
Feeling like the end when its only the beginning
I had to go get it i was tired of wishing
I was doing my own thing just minding my buisness
How yall say yall ballin but ain't hittin swishes
I just stay on my grind cause im tryna get rich and i been counting bucks and i been hitting licks ahhh
We been ballin since a shordy
Had hoop dreams once before i wanna be just like steph curry
I got it all on my lap how can a n***a just be worried
Everyday im gone wake up and just remember
And just remember what im ‘posed to do
Show love to the n***as thats been down for you
Never switch up on the n***as thats been there
Member times i was down it was hard to get there
And i tell em i ain't trippin i ain't new to this
All white fazos with the truey fit
I ain't know my first song was gone be a hit
Real n***a lifestyle hope you see this shit
Its a bitch i never had man ill never trip
We ballin and ballin again
Go pop out tell all of yo’ friends
Im in it im all in to win
We do this, n***as ain't believe that
N***as ballin so hard but you been peeped that
Imma play it till im 40 like im fuckin steve nash
And for my n***as yeah i promised we gone ball and thats a fact yeah
(Orichinal MG)
I had a couple good dreams that we was ballin’
I had to cut some n***as off cause they was flaugin’
Can’t wait to tell my mom we made it labels calllin’
Can’t wait to put us on the map and just be ballin’
And hoggin, you know I do this for my team
Gotta make it out these streets
For LA I gotta eat
For Kashmier boy I’m a beast
For that money I’m a fein
Imma get it any means
Ain’t no if or in between’s
Just keep ballin’ what it means
You will never see me weak
You will never see me freeze
You see Fazos on my feet
Ion’ need no Truey jeans
Lot of n***as hate on me
Cause I’m racin’ to that cash get off yo’ ass and chase a bag
I hate to see my mama sad
N***as sleepin’ imma spazz
Ain’t no more of being last
N***as claim they yo’ real brothers they just talkin’
But once that police throw that deal them n***as talkin’
That’s often
Yeay, aye