Ball Hard

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] We get money ball hard Get money ball hard Get it, get it As I was riding through the city in my S550 Bad bitch nice titties ass fat like really Quiet chilly cause I ball Audemar like 20 And the diamonds on my neck be dancing on her get silly Get with me, this Philly at its fineness I'm you highness I'm a plus but you're a minus Shorty blush but never mind her Cause my mind be on the money and there's money on my mind And I be in the mix like water Not at all could you find it But you see I be VIP Hit the club don't need I.D We stepped in when we leave like three She came with you but leave with me She ain't go to know the alphabet to know the CMG We pull up in the GMC Me lil' Dolla T.I.P Aye, so get them the baddest bitches with them I just bag them then I hit them Check and add them to my list And I don't love them I don't cuff them Fuck them pass them to my nigga And the newest Prada kicks [?] [Hook: Meek Mill] (x2) We get money, ball hard Big business, all large So when them haters hating tell them hate some more We balling on them suckers popping on that Ace and more [Verse 2: Dolla] Fly guy grab a ho to a wing Have a one night fling With a nigga on the [?] Standing tall like Kareem By any means necessary Dick game legendary Fifteen years, gun hold never scary Next time you see him he'll be in the obituary Shorter that February, valentine ass nigga If I got a CAT scan see dollar signs nigga Money on my mental, Bently continental She say she want my big money, dolla dick what I give her Y'all niggas catch up the Chevy look like mustard Inside mayonnaise get lettuce I'm a hustler Toaster turn you into cold meat have a burger Flow 187 you could call me young murder Beat the track up like her name was Tina Turner I got accountants for the accountants I got lawyers for the lawyers Fucking thick high yellow bitches [?] foreign soil [Hook: Meek Mill] (x2) [Verse 3: Meek Mill] I said I pull up to the scene so fresh so clean That [?] with the window rolled down Like 50 on my neck feel like the kind no crown I be Pradad down [?] and all my gear be low down Red horse, red strip, red Porshe, red [?] Tell me stop cause I'm killing them Got change like a chameleon And them lames they not feeling them but tell them keep hating Praying on my down fall tell them keep waiting I be here I be there With the rocks don't ride no where I'm so fly when I go leer Why would I lie no I don't care I ride that five without no fear Keep that chopper on deck If a nigga run up on me hit him up with no rap We get money and ball hard The shit that we get from the [?] be all raw We drop that work in the pot whip all hard And we take it to the block bring it back and its all ours [Hook: Meek Mill] (x2)