Ball or Better lyrics

[Intro: Rob $tone]
To the top, boy!

[Verse 1: Rob $tone]
I took your b*tch to Atlanta (haha), I get to smoke bricks in the Fanta (yeah, yeah)
Can't kiss no b*tch on camera (yeah), she suck my di*k on camera (hey, hey)
Can't trust no b*tch, not never (haha), my mom taught me so better
My pop said, "Son, go get it", my son said, "Dad, you winnin'"
Look b*tch, I said go get it (haha), no breaks, I needa go-getter (yeah)
Got Fendi on my sweater, I'm trendin' all on Twitter
I hit this B like Tiller, I made her leave, no effort
I'm spendin' on Margiela, love women from Marbella
I took so many Henny shots, you can't get on my level (ay)
I got so many big-ass rocks all right here on my bezel (hey)
Ain't no decision, I stay dunkin', only ball or better
Dismiss yo' b*tch, she just want clout, she gave it all her effort (to the top, boy)

[Chorus: Rob $tone]
Yeah, ball or better, feel like a holiday (haha)
Yeah, how you not gettin' paid? It's like a thousand ways
Yeah, I'm always flexin', ain't got no time for the breaks
Yeah, I'm all about my Benjis, hate to be so frank
Yeah, ball or better, feel like a holiday
Yeah, how you not gettin' paid? It's like a thousand ways (why you broke?)
Yeah, I'm always flexin', ain't got no time for the breaks (no time)
Yeah, I'm all about my Benjis, hate to be so frank
[Verse 2: J. Davi$]
Look at my wrist, look at my neck, look at my b*tch, b*tch look at my set (my set)
Lookin' insane, diamonds all over my rings (rings), diamonds all over my chains (my chains)
Give me the chart, hol' up b*tch, give me the work, I got the take of the purse (the purse)
Give me the pills, give me a b*tch with some heels, and I'ma turn that to some mil's
'Cause I'ma go get it, Davi$ go get it and spend it
Spend it and go get some more, b*tch I'm on parole
So I do my dirt on my own, 'cause nothing I do on the low
Lookin' like damn, lookin' like b*tch, goddamn ooh, you the motherf*ckin' man
Look like a lick, look at yo' b*tch on my di*k
Look how I'm still with the sh*t 'cause every day proper
Your b*tch she callin' me "poppa", choppa be singin' like opera
n*ggas is b*tches, n*ggas be actin' like b*tches, put that on God be my witness (ay)
n*ggas is b*tches, n*ggas be actin' like b*tches, put that on God be my witness (ay)
n*ggas is b*tches, n*ggas be actin' like b*tches, put that on God be my witness (ay)
Lil b*tch!

[Chorus: Rob $tone]
Ball or better, feel like a holiday
Yeah, how you not gettin' paid? It's like a thousand ways
Yeah, I'm always flexin', ain't got no time for the breaks
Yeah, I'm all about my Benjis, hate to be so frank
Yeah, ball or better, feel like a holiday
Yeah, how you not getting patties like a thousand ways (why you broke?)
Yeah, I'm always flexin', ain't got no time for the breaks (no time)
Yeah, I'm all about my Benji's, hate to be so frank