Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, ball for me

Baby, could you?I got too much on my mind right now (Oh-oh-oh)

I ain′t got the time to get you Saint Laurent now

Could you? I got too much on my mind right now (Oh-oh-oh)

Time to hit Rodeo, give my baby 30 thou'

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Ball for me

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

B-ball for me, yeah

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Ball for me

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

B-ball for me, yeah

I′m on the road, I'm gettin' paid

Like, what you want, baby (What you want, baby?)

You′re bougie, baby, but I love you, baby

Give you the world, baby (You the world, baby)

Paid five grand for a handbag

That′s Saint Laurent, baby (Saint Laurent, baby)

Damn, you love that money, baby (Oh-oh-oh)

Hunnid thousand, plus hunnid thousand, my whip (My whip, my whip)

30 thousand plus 30 thousand, my wrist (My wrist, my wrist)

We got alcohol, plus bad bitches, that's lit (That′s lit, that's lit)

I swear, baby, we was just kissin′, that's it (That′s it, that's it)

How could I forget the shit that you done done for me? (For me)

Baby, gonna take the charge and take the fall for me (For me)

Would love to take you shoppin', but, girl, I′m in Europe tourin′

Sorry, lil' mama, I can′t give you more

Baby, could you?

I got too much on my mind right now (Oh-oh-oh)

I ain't got the time to get you Saint Laurent down

Could you? I got too much on my mind right now (Oh-oh-oh)

Time to hit Rodeo, give my baby 30 thou′

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Ball for me

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

B-ball for me, yeah

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Ball for me

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

B-ball for me, yeah

Yo, gotta hit him on the jack

When you comin' back, where is you at on the map

Everything is intact

Could′ve been a seamstress, still wouldn't cut him slack

Pretty much, ain't got a clue

Itty, bitty, piggyback off everything I do

But I′m still droppin′ jaws

Got 'em lookin′ like James Harden at the awards

Back to you, I'm so into ya

For real, breh, like I′m kin to ya

If you a ten, I add ten to ya

They be mad when I tend to ya

That's what the bae like

Call me Buffy ′cause that's what I slay like

These bitches, I son 'em like it′s daylight

These niggas wanna know what it tastes like

What it tastes like, yo′, what it tastes like, yo'

They wanna know what it tastes like, yo′

All this ice, it should taste like snow

Get kimonos and let's fly to Tokyo

Pretty, pretty, please, baby, won′t you cop this for me? uh

Baby, could you?

I got too much on my mind right now (Oh-oh-oh)

I ain't got the time to get you Saint Laurent down

Could you, I got too much on my mind right now (Oh-oh-oh)

Time to hit Rodeo, give my baby 30 thou′

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Ball for me

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

B-ball for me, yeah

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Ball for me

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

B-ball for me, yeah

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Ball for me

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

B-ball for me, yeah

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Ball for me

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

B-ball for me, yeah