Eryn Martin - Ball

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Don’t ball, but I sleep at night
Demons in it for the wrong and they’re lying
I don’t want a jewel or a diamond
Gimme something more, I need rocks if we’re mining
Don’t ball, but I sleep at night
Something wakes me up in the morning
Something 'bout the sweet sweet smell of marijuana leaves
Miss me with the money bag, not the tree
Sorry to my mom, sorry to my dad
Wish I could come home with the money bags
I know I’m the only one here not at work
I don’t get paid every week, but I work
Sorry to my mom, sorry to my dad
Wish I could come home with the money bags
E-dawg in the building, I’mma break the ceiling
I don’t think you feel me, am I too overwhelming?
Don’t ball, but I sleep at night
Demons in it for the wrong and they’re lying
I don’t want a jewel or a diamond
Gimme something more, I need rocks if we’re mining
Don’t ball, but I sleep at night
Something wakes me up in the morning
Something about the sweet sweet smell of marijuana leaves
Miss me with the money bag, not the tree
Maserati, no speed race
No thotties up this way
That bitch, she fake
That bitch, erase
No bull this my fourth flow
I want a menage on my torso
I don’t want no broads in my court hoe
You need something more than your asshole
You ain’t nothing more than a back door art
You ain’t nothing more than the pills on your floor
Don’t ball, but I sleep at night
Demons in it for the wrong and they’re lying
I don’t want a jewel, or a watch, or a diamond
Gimme something more if we’re dying
Don’t ball, but I sleep at night
Something wakes me up in the morning
Something about the sweet sweet smell of marijuana leaves
Miss me with the money bag, not the trees
Miss me with the money bag, not the trees
Miss me with the money bag, not the trees
Don’t ball, but I sleep at night