Ball - Eryn Martin

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