(Intro talk)

Aye man my name Forch or whatever you want to call me
Doing everything they said we couldn't
(Ball!, yeah!)
Fabalon Fresh, you know what im saying
Fortune Fabalon, man, haters, doubters
(Baby I just wanna ball!)
We been doing this for years man, Me, Fame, Feady
You know what I'm saying, Mo, Big Pauly, Joey
Just basically having a good time you know what I mean!

(Versus One)

Yeah
(Ball!)
Welcome to the show though
I ain't into mollies
I'm addicted to the dough doe
I'm also into mommies that no abla English what so
But know just how to work to keep you focus on dat hustle
Keep you on your stack up
Get your racks on rack up
Shit, I keep a hater for motivation just to act up
Got a little burner on my now
Jus for back up
Just in case them brand new haters trip and want to act up
Swear for God I mean this
Swear for God I do this
Swear for God with one shot at the money I get to it
Swear for God them busters knock my hustle all I do is
Chopper, Chopper, down they block until
I feel they ruin
Fuck you niggas doing
Lets get back to the money
Hash tag Puerto Rico women coconut and sunny
Hash tag Fabalon and all we know it getting money
Tell me player can you blame me?
What you want me looking bummy?

(Chorus)

Baby I just wanna ball! (yeah!)
Hope that you feel like (yeah!)
We could creep and crawl just as long as you freaking me right (yeah!)
You still got on them draws
What you trying to play a Gee like
I'd rather take a lost then get caught up with a flea like, (yeah!) be like
I just wanna ball (yeah!)
Hope that's what you gone do (yeah!)
Cause me I got to get this paper stacking
What you won't do (yeah!)
These Boys known to be some bad actors where we from fool (yeah!)
So I got to keep up with the traffic, so I don't lose
I just wanna ball!

(Verse Two)

I tell you niggas one thing
Fabalon Fresh
You other niggas come stains
Borderline pathetic
Your swag is dumb lame
Disappointment and rejection
Best description how you run things
Me I'm on the jets
Acapulco, Cabo
You can catch me in the west, whether Alief or that Ingle
You nigga better spec
Hate to spill it over ego, cause your feeling upset
Another negro playing hero
Tell your momma God bless
That's what a player do
We do what we want
You do shit you suppose to do
Who the fuck are you
I know we be Fabaloing
And we gone, get it, get it, sell it, stick it
Till the morning, yall you up and yawning
We running round and getting punk
You niggas at home counting sheep that jump
While a real player never wasting his trumps
I don't, ever, want to, be a, lame, ass, nigga, so I
Get it, Get it, Get it, Get it, Get it, Get it, Get it, yeah!

(Chorus)

Baby I just wanna ball! (yeah!)
Hope that you feel like (yeah!)
We could creep and crawl just as long as you freaking me right (yeah!)
You still got on them draws
What you trying to play a Gee like
I'd rather take a lost then get caught up with a flea like, (yeah!) be like
I just wanna ball (yeah!)
Hope that's what you gone do (yeah!)
Cause me I got to get this paper stacking
What you won't do (yeah!)
These Boys known to be some bad actors where we from fool (yeah!)
So I got to keep up with the traffic, so I don't lose
I just wanna ball!

(Vamp)

(I just wanna Ball!)
We, ball or nothing at all
We, ball, or nothing at all
(Baby I just wanna Ball!)
We, ball or nothing at all
We, ball, or nothing at all
(Baby I just wanna Ball!)
We, ball or nothing at all
We, ball, or nothing at all
(Baby I just wanna Ball!)
We, ball or nothing at all
We, ball, or nothing at all