Lyrics

Seem like I got rich up Out the blue Now we spending money Doing what we wanna do I don't grab one I grab two Cartier bracelets On my arms brand new Never did it for clout Treat the bags like burgers Yeah They in -n'-out Back then we used to dream Now we living now Fuck around and broke the roof Nigga it ain't no ceiling now Limes and Deleon No more lemons round Damn near risked it all Tryna make it out We gone get it all We gone get it all We gone get it all Searching for my soul I just thought I had it all Searching for my soul I just really wanna ball I just really wanna ball Searching for my soul I just thought I had it all Searching for my soul I just really wanna ball I just really wanna ball Searching for my soul I just thought I thought I Searching for my soul I just thought I had it all I couldn't sleep At my momma house Tryna make that money route Tryna make that money now Four years later yeah we balling Ain't no out of bounds I did for the team We globe trotting now Took my hands off the wheel I almost crashed out Lil brother bare facing niggas Ain't no mask around If ex bitch stayed down She would be Beyoncé now Uh uh a Nigga fill like jigga now So it's H to the A town Tatted by my heart On my sleeve I don't fuck around The game don't want me to leave So I had to switch the disk I put the mic in front of these bars I'm tryna make a hit Searching for my soul I just thought I had it all Searching for my soul I just really wanna ball I just really wanna ball Ima get these numbers You ain't gotta pass the ball You ain't gotta pass the ball Searching for my soul I just really wanna ball I just really wanna ball
Writer(s): Dejon Britton-birdsong Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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